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The Long Horned Milk Producing Patio Steer

Hello and welcome to “The Plains of the Serengeti Show”,
I’m your host Bwana Bob come on let’s get ready and go.
 
Right outside of this window, just a short half step away,
You can see all kinds of wildlife as they go about their day.
 
See the house over there with a concrete patio in the rear,
Now look closely at that patio and I think you’ll see a steer.
 
He’s the rarest of the patio steers he’s the kind that can give milk,
The chocolate ice cream that comes from him is as smooth as silk.
 
Getting back to the milk producing patio steer who looks so forlorn,
Trying not to break anything with his extremely big long horns.
 
It’s hard for him sometimes and that’s why they keep him where they do,
If he were in the house with other people he’d break and spill things too.
 
I had a turkey sandwich today with mayo, tomato and lettuce strips,
It was just delicious and tasted like the turkey kissed me on the lips.
 
Anyway, the long horned, milk producing patio steer is very seldom seen,
They’re not allowed to travel in packs even though that may sound mean.
 
Because when they get together they will invariably start a stampede,
They horse around till someone gets hurt then from their nose they’ll bleed.
 
Thanks for stopping by today and looking out my window with me,
Take a bucket with you when you go and get a gallon of milk for free.

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Aaron Crowley

Date: 8/24/2011 4:34:00 AM

oh I love your style. and I love your use of couplets in a lot of these. and I can't help but sense that there is an underlying allegory in these as well. this one especially, though I can't quite figure out what yet.

Tony Lane
Date: 8/24/2011 6:34:00 AM

Thank you Aaron. No this one has very little allegory. I came from a visit with my father-in-law who has Alzheimer's. He was sure that he could see a steer out on the patio. All of the details about the steer, he supplied. Dad had a cut on his nose that day and he told us that he had taken his wheel chair somewhere that he shouldn't so I added that part in this poem.