Floral Cow Meets the Milkman
Floral cow woke up one morning with flower seeds on her head.
They grew and sprouted, some turned pink, others red.
She enjoyed them ever so much, they gave her identity.
I think I like them more than you, she said to bumblebee.
Bumblebee laughed and said “oh, honey, no way!
Nobody likes a flower better than me at the start of the day”
Floral Cow took a few laps around the meadow swishing her tail.
The post man nearly fell off his bike delivering the morning mail.
What a beautiful cow! He said to Farmer Bill.
Do you mind if I follow her up that hill?
I could sell her to you, said the farmer. She is a sweetheart.
Pretty soon the mailman and the moo-er could not be apart.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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