Moo Poems - Poems about Moo

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...

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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...

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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© ...

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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...

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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,...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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Boo moo Cannibalism Did mad cow surprise us?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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