Ke go amogela ka lethabo
I embrace you with joy
Go gwerana le wena my spouse
Ke go gokarela le go amogela
Ka go dumediša le go go amogela
Ke ipšina ka go kgahlwa ke lerato la gago
I delight in being enchanted
Ka go rata wena By loving you
Monya wa pelo ya ka The dew of my heart
Ke a go reta, ke a go dumediša I praise you, I greet you
Ka go tšea le go amogela By taking and accepting you
Ke go kgetha godimo ga tše dingwe
I choose you above all others
Ke go amogela ka lepotlapotla
I welcome you eagerly
Ke amogela lerato la gago
I accept your love
Ke kgetha wena o kaone fela
I choose only you, thebest of you
You still my soul
Bull frog trained his lily pad like a magic flying carpet ride
It took him in and out the trees, giving berth very wide
Sometimes he rode it to outer space to see Jupiter and Mars
They also landed once a week on an asteroid near the stars
Figure of Eight got me thinking
It's infinity on its side!
Eight days a week, I rode till dawn.
Slipping behind eight ball's shadow.
On Cloud Eight, with just one to come.
While strumming eight-note blues on drums;
I figured eight had found me out~
Swirling around its loopty-loops.
Have you seen pink bull with the girly legs?
Why wouldn’t he have boy-ly legs? I asked
We don’t know but he is clearly from Winnipeg
Thinks he is all that, being cute is his task
I found the pink bull on a photo shoot
It was clear from the get go he thought he was cute
The legs did not make sense, bulls are male you see
I took lots of photos, to laugh about later over tea
Candy cane bull put his hoofs around his sweets
He loved sugar and peppermint, he was fond of his treats
His mother suggested wheat, soybeans or another grain born
you can eat that stuff he said, I want candy corn
Christmas highland cow should have been called a bull
For he had horns, and was a male, and not so dull
Why do they call us cows? It seems crazy to me.
No problem said his folks, you are featured on TV.
The tv kept calling him cow which mad him sad.
He knew bullies at school would be making him mad.
I am a bull, he told the tv, see the horns you fool?
The next day he did not want to go to school.
A cock and a hen held a party
It caused chaos in the farm yard
Billy bull and a cow began mating
Of course it inspired this silly bard
A crafty spider wanted to join them
From her web spun with nylon not silk
But she wouldn’t drink at the party
And declared “I’m allergic to milk”
A piggy wig said, “I’ll lead the dancing”
But quite soon piggy began to wail
When a nasty old goat butted in
And spitefully pulled piggy’s tail
The noise from the barn was horrendous
Farmer Fred heard the cow loudly mooing
He dashed in with his pitchfork and rifle
Billy bull and the cow ceased their screwing!
Farmer Fred arrives, puce in the face
He asks, “Who arranged this soiree”?
The sneaky spider pointed all 8 fingers
Soon the fowl hosts lie dead in the hay!
The farmer starts to reload his rifle
All the party animals quickly disperse
The farmer’s wife cooks the fowl in the oven
And this is the end of this witty verse
Sixty years since I was introduced to the concept of AI
but for many it seems more recent times since AI has emerged
All the so called boffins implement AI in daily use
today it's what is fashionably being urged
In my opinion it is all a load of BULL....but that's where this AI does arise,
AI, artificial insemination of farm animals. AI of today should be AU, artificial unintelligence,
that's how those who use it will end up if it enters, daily into their lives
Artificial intelligence , just another name for artificial insemination
impregnates the human brain as opposed to impregnation of a cow
I have no desire to utilise this unnecessary crap
become brain dead is what eventually will show
highland bull does the pumpkin dance
with candy corn that knows how to prance
the rest of the animals roll their eyes
they do not understand bull’s happy cries
they are too old to remember
the excitement generated toward December
when pumpkins and gourds fall off their vines
but highland bull does, he is dancing down their lines
Highland bull arrived on our doorstep in time for Halloween
His hair was all curly, his eyes had an all-knowing sheen
He asked to speak to the witch’s autumn queen
We knew he meant Miss Minnie, she is not at all mean.
Minnie came by and did some talking with Highland bull.
They rode around on the farm and instigated a taffy pull
We had a lovely bonfire, when the party began to lull
The festivities were marvelous. It was never dull.
highland bull was happiest surrounded by his orange produce
Scotland autumn helped him to raise them, some could deduce
pumpkins, gourds and watermelon were all raised by this bull.
his garden made him happy, his life felt comfortable and full.
Halloween was his go-to-place, it made his heart feel terrific.
What about it gave him enthusiasm? I wish I could be specific.
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
Mr. and Mrs. Bull were the first two in a life boat.
You are boat hogs! Yelled Neebrie, a grouchy nanny goat.
We are honeymooners, Mr. Bull yelled back in fun.
His wife was not as nice, she stuck out her ugly tongue.
Cali, the cowgirl painted stars on her happy bull McVey
Others tried not to stare; I could not look away
He looked adorable, approachable, cute almost.
Get any nearer, she told me, and you will be a ghost.
highland bull came to us on a lovely spring day
we could tell by his high kicks he was ready to play
a pink butterfly with plethora of dots futtered his way
He was not shy in giving her a “hey, hey, hey, hey!”
Wondered if he had wandered from the Meadows in Bray
Had no idea how to get him back there that day
A full schedule meant he would have to stay and play
We did give him feed, and a soft pace to lay
The pallet we made him was filled with the softest hay
Not his fault he is lost, said my cousin Lucie McKay
When we returned from work, he had meandered away
We were thrilled we had a Highland Bull for almost a day
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