Fiddle For a Riddle
A cow flew down
from out of town
Said, I'll tell you a riddle
if you'll play me your fiddle
I struck up a lively number
but the cow fell into a deep slumber
Yet that riddle I was dying to hear
so I pulled out my very best spear
I only planned to give Bessie a light poke
Really, I swear to you, and I never joke --
But instead of blubber, my spear struck udder
You know how much milk's in a bovine nursing mother?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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