Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Is She a Dairy Cow

You ask her she said, giving me a bit of a poke.
I don’t even know her name I said to this brazen folk.
She might not even know the stranger said to me.
She is not red Angus, I said, I think she might be dairy.

The cow was lounging on a bench painted Iowa barn red.
She gave me a look that I could not decipher in my head.
A huge yawn came out of her mouth, and she flicked away a bee.
You are right, she said, I am bovine, a cow, female and truly dairy.

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Gershon Wolf April 25, 2023 at 8:08 PM Ha, ha! Bovine version of Mr. Ed! lol. btw: 'Iowa barn red' was my dad's favorite color. I remember him screaming at my professed distaste for Picasso's cubism. He would say: "Here, look at this! A painting of a red barn. Leaves nothing to the imagination! This passes for art in Warsaw, IN!' ... I really knew how to push Dad's buttons, I guess... Senior year in college I wrote a book, believe it or not -- I'm talking to myself -- on 'Gertrude Stein's Writing is Picasso's Cubism in Print.' gw Caren Krutsinger April 26, 2023 at 12:23 AM I love cubism! I have done paintings using it, and it was incredibly fun to do! I may go back to that.

Clifford Villalon April 22, 2023 at 3:26 PM A nice storytelling in a poem... =) Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2023 at 5:17 PM Thank you most kindly