Marvelous mama moo from Kalamazoo
Puts on her lipstick and a bit of rouge too
Trying to get the attention of Bad Bill the Bull
He rolls his eyes, cannot believe she is after him still
They used to date when they were both in the barn.
He thought he could flirt with her without any harm.
But she took it too hard and she thinks they should be in love
He in no way thinks of her in the ways of candy, hearts or turtle doves.
You should never had been nice to her says the sheep and the pig.
She has had a super crush on you, and we mean really big.
Bad Bill rolled his eyes, he could not believe that after sixty years
This made up make up mama was still after his jokes and jeers.
Madame Mystic Moo is a cosmos Queen
We know her to be kind, she is rarely mean.
She shows us the way with her crystal ball.
A true humanitarian, compassionate, a real doll.
Why are cows so much kinder than people? A child asks.
He is wearing a school uniform and a Covid-19 mask.
Madame Mystic Moo is a natural human-being-wanna-be.
She does not realize she is even kinder, empathy is her specialty.
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©
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
What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue.
Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu.
No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue.
Why would that be? We wondered. Does it seem weird to you?
Why would a cow be named Frank footer, Mr. Magoo?
Magoo looked rather sheepish, it is best what he’ll do.
Seriously I queried. Is her name Sue, Lou or Magnificent Moo?
Here she comes now he said. And she smells quite like pooh.
I think she smells lovely I told him, down to her shoe.
He guffawed and laughed, he is evil, this mean Mr. Magoo.
Her name is Moo as surely as I live on this wing in blue.
For sure she was wearing a flowered mumu.
We thought Moo was unmarriageable.
We all said it; yes we did.
Over and over, until it made a record skid.
We did not think anyone to her would ever woo.
I said it, and Cousin Martha, and yes – you and you and you.
Moo is such a character, flamingly out there, over the top.
She found a husband quickly, and we nearly almost dropped.
Unmarriageable? Ha! We laugh and scoff now.
She has had six husbands so far.
We were totally out in left field.
She just left with her new man in a car.
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?”
Boo moo
Cannibalism
Did mad cow surprise us?
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!
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
I wonder but wondering is neither wavering or wilting. And just who would build a duck arch at a junction anyway? The way is always clearer when the past is lost but who argues with gaggles of geese is often left questioning the ideology of a cosmic soup dish although this should never be miscontrued as a soapy basin for basil is intelligant so when feeding fish please be very aware that acorns are large and therefore a not an option for flakes. Kiss then. Good. Go on then kiss. Mr and mrs in a barn. Canoodling. But not noodles. Hahaha beans waving with beards hahaha mystical moo meeting a hay bale. X x x x x x x cicumstantial cosmological corrosion x insectiside z z z z
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
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
Not only by cows
It's the sound of cow or bull
Fair is fair in fact
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
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