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Beyond the hedgerow where the river does flow
Where bunnies unbridled cavort to and fro
And commune with the cows where the new grasses sprout
What, one could ask, might they natter about?
…
…
The cow left a pat and he said, “Look at that,”
to the rabbits all hopping around.
One said, “But there’s piddle all splashed in the middle
and not a firm bit to be found.
“Please note to our credit that each little pellet
we make is a capsule of poop.
They might not be sweet but they really are neat
and they’re perfect for putting in soup.”
The cow said “Disgusting, I wouldn’t be trusting,
a meal that was served up by you.
So please don’t be stroppy my poop might be sloppy
but I’d never feed it to you.”
One rabbit said, ‘Honey, whilst your poop is runny,
there’s reasons our droppings look nice.
Our poop is amazin’ each looks like a raisin,
If hungry we might eat them twice.”
The cow shrugged his shoulders, “Well your tiny boulders,
might be quite a neat little mass,
but mine hits the ground with no need to be found…
once it’s cascaded out of my ass.
“It has come to pass that we eat the same grass
but then it ferments in our bellies.
Which just might explain, when there ain’t any rain
Why fishermen still wear their wellies.”
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2023
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