Mo' Cow Bell
The la-di-da of thunder rolls opaque
midst subtle nearly undetected quake
whilst up ahead the traffic's getting thick
and coffee's what I need. Caffeine, please, quick!
Thank goodness, that was just the nick of time.
No, officer, my car is doing fine
just seems my income is so crucial now
it's ok to pretend that I'm a cow.
In India they're sacred did ya know?
If we were there your Mustang wouldn't go
into an intersection where a cow
was introspectin' on whatever cows
are given to because they're cows, ya know?
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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