Best Moo Poems
The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again.
Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's.
Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then.
Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys.
Right between filling stations to boot, no triple A for a gojillion miles..
and one of my best pint sized, non-binary service robots on the blink.
Not my best idea, feeding her moonshrooms, peaked all his cortial dials,
eventually caused them to puke it up, all over my excremental sink.
Frazusoosh it! not even a UPB (Universal Phone Booth) to make a collect call,
to my mother (planet), which, by the way, is also useful for transmitting matter.
That's assuming you can find someone to accept the charges, of course, LOL.
Had to wash dishes for an eternity, last time, including dried on crupecake batter.
Drack's balls! stuck on this puny planet with obnoxious fumes corroding my chromium tail.
No wonder they call it air; the sixth least favorite word in the Corpadian lingo, P.U.!
Those creatures keep staring, I've tried to reason with them, even tried telepthy to no avail.
When I type in their reply to my trans-googling translator, all it comes back as is 'Moo'.
Oh thank goodness! A family of grubbers in a U Haul pulling over., whew!
Though probably have to sit on a lap, luckily they each have two.
252 words, including these
Boo moo
Cannibalism
Did mad cow surprise us?
Moo
It bounced down my street like a mad thing on heat
Or a kangaroo doing a trick
The farmer that blocked it was knocked off his feet
By his cow on an old pogo stick
So a cow on a pogo stick bounced down my street
The footrests weren't right for her hooves
So they're welded with superglue onto her feet
Which is okay so long as she moves
But you can’t stand still on a pogo stick
Cos if you do you will fall over
So she bounced on her stick and she went quite a lick
As the farmer pursued her to dover
She hopped on a ferry, they thought she was merry
As she did her mechanical ballet
She said she had nary so much as a sherry
And she promised to hop off at Calais
A shift of the rudder made the ship shudder
Our cow made a messy mistake
Thanks to that judder she jiggled an udder
And sprayed half the deck with milk shake
Her strange bouncy dance continued in France
Until the old farmer arrived
A touch of sedation and glue separation
Meant our bouncy bovine survived
The train chugged along the track
The ducks all said quack quack quack
The cows said Moo
And birds flew
Over the fastest train in the world
The ducks were swimming in the pond
The cows were standing in a field
The birds flew overhead
And they all said, said, said
Quack! Moo!
Moo! Quack!
See that train speeding on the track
The train track
Where's the train?
It passed by so fast
We heard a whistle and a blast
The cows mood, the ducks quacked
They all saw the fastest train pass on the track!
Not only by cows
It's the sound of cow or bull
Fair is fair in fact
MOO HA HA HAH! (with kudos to E.A. Poe)
There was an eerie peal I knew
When just a reborn child
I sat listening
Listening for that cast iron steel-gray
midnight shattering clang
CLANG!
Once -
Twice -
Then this macabre strain that would trip familiar space
Motoring round my meatless inner skull
Like a damn black hearse
All Saints Eve should have explained –
Some pumpkin-headed prankster
In the belfry legs wrapped around the bell tower rope
Smiling mischief –
But NO!
This was no call to worship
Unless to pay homage to Bedlam’s King
No church hymn this opus
The foul Dies Irae struck into my very soul
With nowhere to hide the tender flesh
And now as the sun sets I cower in my cell
Brain full of Draculaean horror
Waiting
WAITING!
Listening
Listening for those ghoul-mad midnight bells
The cow goes moo
when he's taking a poo
then he says boo hoo.
cause it just sits there
and hangs.
then it slowly slides out.
For My sister Maddy.
Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue is not a hut queuing, a cart horse dancing in a ballet or a valley rising and spinning around and around. And always be very aware that the wearing of a coat in a moat is not advisable and pickles cannot ski in a pan so one must follow and adhere to the currents of the darting rivers and play in the littlest leaf boats to be seen then take several journeys up and down the waters for to travel is to take teachings and to take teachings is akin to Trapezing, or going on a pogo stick down a very busy motorway. Great then. Fantastic isn't it? Blossom not the seed of a giant kettle for giant kettles can appear harmless and harmonic but are actually in a boil and to be in a boiled state is said to be a wild and violent strength that should be timely avoided as to stop any corrosion coming from the steam. But to bloom a blanket by a stream in the heat of the midnight or the haze of a summer day is widely considered to be quite normal really. Particularly when the blanket is chatting. And the pillows have finally found some sleep. The gushing of the waters bring renewal and cleansing to unsurfaced unfaced areas of brief eye spots in a leopard tree. And a tingle tangle song is said to be the sweetest song belonging to no one but harmonised by many creative calming creators. Moon dance jive on a pickling fork. Haha the wheeled vehicle of a very loud obnoxious telephone is dashing to see a film with the carbonated cables. Hahaha the goldfish are all leaving their bowls and sailing out of houses in special water suits. Xxxxx cosmological calf said "moo" loudly to a blade of grass today. And a wildebeest snores in a back gammon game. Twenty six left angled shots in a interplanetary billiard game. And a central arch of a plate dancing in a discotheque whilst eating several cup cakes. Xxxxx astrologically z z z z z at twenty nine mules to eleven lamposts. In a forest glade chewing a toffee and treacle pie. Z.
Horsepower
David J Walker
It occurs to me that while
Horses can run
Could they actually pull a
Rocketship past the moon
Headed to the sun?
Apollo 11, for instance,
And just for fun
Is said to have had
32 million horsepower
As if each one
Was Harnessed with leather straps
And brightly polished brass bells
And as the crowd swells
off they run
At the crack of a whip
32 million horses all at once
Leap upward up-ward with a
6 Million tun
payload
Kicking up dust
All those horses needing to
Generate 7.5 million pounds
of thrust
at liftoff, that is
Off towards the sun
Hooves pounding
Harness bells ringing and
Commander Neil Armstrong
On top cracking the whip
Singing, suns of the pioneer's songs
Headed to the moon on his
32 million Horse-drawn rocket ship.
Can you hear the voices of
Those Space Cowboys stepping lightly
As their horses
Fertilize the surface of the moon?
“Ahhhh ..Houston… We Have a problem here”
“Who is gonna clean this up?”
A moon I neither a neighbours' temple or a spoon and the taking of squared items is highly insignificant. Understand that the forest is rather busy right now and fornicating with large leaves is just soooo unwise. And also the raking of a very large field is simply not in line with a booted skirt. And of course five elemental pickled is a salad bar. Such is a bar of chocolate on a plane. Jiggling jogging jumping. No hahahaha today but not a pie of poisonous dew. Nor a dodecahedron or a dodecahedral ok now paisley patter of laparoscopic viewpoints said a strawberry sandwich in an apron. *** trailer training tents tentatively xxxx contraimplications xxz x p w xxxx
The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware titles like a mist above an ocean. How rather ravishing it is to witness the race of the sea lions, walruses, jellyfish, and urchins. Cruising in their cars. Around and around. High spinning waves attracting the whale commentators and commentators are neither comical, comedians, clowns, nor are they clapping clams. Ok then. Now who is up for a round of golf with the teapots and cups. They are excellent players when filled. But not spilled. Who could fail to be mesmerised by the yearly subscription to a tannin magazine but magazines are not moving moronic macaroni neither are they are fabulous catch after a day sea fishing or coarse angling. In fact they are akin to a bin or a halo of flipping flapping flies circling a giant heifer pile of excrement. Now that is not a wow to make a jam. Jams are not smiling today as they want to play hula hoops or hopscotch in their jars. Jars jamming jetting jingles justly. And the might of a king prawn leaps over two thousand feet to alight a throne on a plate. At noon. But not at dusk. For at dusk the tins of tuna come waddling out of the cupboard and give a dance lesson to the salad bowls. So that is it really said the work surface. Become basin like in ideological wisdom wit. For without is whipping and whipping is wanton wading wafting writhing waiting wallabies. Hahaha dome of a table arch looking at a placemat. Hahaha inkwell smelling a posh pansy posy. Xxxxxx nautical miles of a pan of liquid turnip. Turning. Xxxxx Cumbernauld chop. Xxxxx anthropological z z z z z
I am nobody are you
Who else is nobody too
Does your heart beat true
In all that you do.
Does this life sometimes make you blue
Thinking about how in life you grew
All the chances you blew
While watching the glorious hue
Of a sunrise kissing the morning dew
Seeing a day so new
It's in the pictures I drew
On golden wings I flew
Stopped long enough to eat some ladies stew
Talked of love that we both at one time knew
While sipping that witches brew
It's worse than the flu
Only thing left I can think is a cow goes moo
Sometimes I Yearn to Moo
My heart was giving up the ghost
They told me what I needed most
Replacement of a heart valve sticking
That hindered my old heart from ticking
The surgery they said went just fine
They used a part from some bovine
Now on the golf course fresh with dew
I have a tendency to “MOO”
Mdailey 12/6/11
Question not the wisdom of nine balls of socks whilst there is a Winding road. It takes a colourfully dressed cosmetically enhanced cow to chew throughout the year. Very clever too. One might also like to say that when the cow is passing it is wise never to call out cow. Instead shout hello heifer in a very happy and cheerful voice. To create the angle is to shape corners. And tarnished tinkers can talk to traders. So beware when chatting with nomads as charts can alter as paths fade but ground is often an equal course if glancing at sky patterns. Glowing going gone. Not a word from the makers. But hesitant are those mighty fins who wobble in their fish bowls. Did that Rhino sing? Great. Wondrously. Wow. Z pharmaceutical z
She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©