Mad Cow
In France a cow's called a vache
A crass bovine who's moo is so brash
Some are infected by mad cow disease
They give sour milk, making rancid cheese
I know what will be a cow's fate
One day soon she'll be on my plate
I will not miss its whiney mooing
Or cow pats in fields from its poohing
Inspired by but not for Animal Nonsense Contest
08-18-17
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