Cattle Poems - Poems about Cattle

The cattle barons rode into town They were dressed in blah, black and brown Faces stoic and plain Bulls of Iowa fame They marched to the square to confront the clown The clown was frightened of these big six There was not a happy one in the mix Hamburger? No way! We are here to stay Clown, owner of the diner, was in a...

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• 2 am on a Tuesday • Something fresh on the news • A herd of cattle flooding the streets • A monkey getting high off of sweets ...

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There's supposed to be an out break of bluetounge in cows? It started in Sandwich in Kent, reports allow! I heard if it Last year, its no threat to humans to contract' it does not Affect their produce, say vets' yet their movement is stopped now such A thing' makes me 'wonder are experts?' Fishing somewhat? Looking for...

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Whose cows are those ? That go to everyone’s garden Destroying poor farmer’s crops Whose cows ? Are on free range On the whole village. Where will the poor gardener eat ? If his source of income is now, Source of tears Not of joy But of sorrow and agony. Guard your cows Karota Unless you want to see blood Of your animals. Be careful. We don’t want you To start pointing...

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CATTLE EGRET Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi Silken, snow-white feathers Slender, elegant legs Lovely long sinuous neck Beautiful and benignly noble head Stout, straight, sharp beaks The cattle egret Seen in the dry season In symbiosis With cattle and the wild Visitors to the quiet countryside Feeding on ticks and insect Migrating with the arrival of the rains To distant arid land The cattle egret Harmless as a...

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Cowboys don't know ‘bout pentameter beat when their crooning to the cattle at night As long as the rhythm is soft and slow makes no difference if it's sad or light Don't make no mind if it goes dum-di-dum or if instead the rhythm is di-dum-di Cows sure don't care what some snooty dude thinks is the proper way to write poetry The...

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Harold died leaving six behind, Whom few close families might mind By being to them honestly kind. They'd cross them in streets like the blind! Harold's son by slight buffoon, As he does self in pubs cocoon, His daughters! 'Yes' to men too soon, At nights waiting to kiss the moon... Six left by Dad to face the battle, The Eldest thinks they're all...

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A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick, Who never his calves and cattle branded, That caused to create the word maverick— An eccentric rebel born of cow shed! Now, before the word breached its national, Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’, And before that, ‘one unconventional’, Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’. Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded, Long back it meant...

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I If I could share this picture with you I would, my dear writers, Beloveds - Because Earth births us again & again Long after burial, giving back, post-death Nature in majesty: birds at play in scores II I see egrets commute to & from, my abused lake, Here where plastic is king, adorning flora Even fauna, sewers overflow, trash at waters edge But egrets,...

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I'm calling you sweetheart, come to me Turn the dream into reality I want to know what it would be Like to hold you close to me Come to me won't you? don't delay Want not wait another day Together let us have our say On waves of passion get carried away...

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One stormy night I heard a low meow sound. I searched the location of it around ...

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While shepherds watched their flocks so white All contemplating dusk, Their ’phones received some breaking news All thanks to Elon Musk. His Tweet announced a virgin birth In a stable by an inn, They danced around the windswept heath To a flute and violin. In Bethlehem was born a child A-sleeping in a crib, They scrolled the Twitter crowd’s response And thought it rather glib. The...

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derisive deadlocks american politics 16 tons of Dope(s) our votes? their toilet paper our rights? automatic flush...

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There was a Ringer in the Basalt, Tiger Davis was his name As an acrobatic stockman, he was gifted with some fame On the station quite a hero, but a maniac in town He didn't win too many, but a fighter of renown In the Pub he'd get a skinful, then look around the bar While anyone would do him,...

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