Immovable Cows

IMMOVABLE COWS Lovely are the meadows sweet Clover for the cows a treat. For me cool air! Cattle chew around my feet With nose wet each foot they greet As I lie there. Cows don’t tolerate the heat Sometimes lie or take a seat - Near my skin bare! Fields are full of them and me Enjoying the shade of tree. Washed round my face All their noses wet I see, Lurking near me, two or three. With little grace, I shoo them away from me: I want all my field space free: I offer chase. Like a cowboy with no horse I’m whooping, yelling of course. They barely move. I decide to use more force - Try to prickle them with gorse. Me Boss - must prove! I shout till my throat is hoarse; But cow moves I can’t enforce. They won’t remove ! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in David Williams's Contest Virelai