Don'T Have a Cow
I was so bent on finding my Prince charming,
that I took a class on agriculture and farming.
Had to have hands on training and milk a cow,
but there was no one in sight to show me how.
I got all A’s in the class portion, so I said I got this
that darn cow was so mean and just would resist.
The milk went everywhere but into the pail,
so I just sat there and I would scream and yell.
While me and the cow was fussin, I heard a laugh,
I just had to know who made fun of my new craft.
I looked up and saw the most handsome man,
He said” Ms. can I help you my name is Stan.
I forgot who I was for second let alone a cow,
“come over here I’d be happy to show you how.
Stan and I have been together every since that day,
all because I took up farming and my Prince came my way.
2-16-18
Alexis Y.
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