Fighting Over a Recliner
Happy comfortable cow refuses to give up the blue chair
May’s husband is pouting. It is his recliner!
Irritating moods are wafting around in the air.
He is nice, the cow says, but I am much finer.
May is trying to make peace, but there is a lot of whining.
The cow’s tushy is happy, she is eagerly pressing buttons and reclining.
May’s husband is threatening to get a tractor and pull the cow away.
This is a predicament for the easily bamboozled overexcited May.
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