Short Dairy Cow Poems

Two dogs named "Bow Wow" and "Pow Wow"
Chased after a young dairy cow
Her name was, "Silk"
But gave no milk
'til a Longhorn tickled a sow...

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Hillbillies got a dairy cow and trained it up right
It mooed and bellowed all through the first night
Drank some moonshine and did a crazy petootsie dance.
So silly and funny, the fireflies flitted and flew as if in a trance....

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Little orphaned dairy cow
White and black spots
Fed with a bottle, lovingly

Winter's hard freeze
Took you away
The rain's muddy puddle
Frooze you solid
With no mama to guide you away from the danger.


For the orphans in Haiti, and USA and every where,
May God bless you with loving parents...Prayers!!

True story--happened to my sister's calf-so sad.

Go to www.myturnnow.org and see children right here in the usa that need loving parents....

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It was a typical Kansas windy windy windy windy day
We had been warned, but the idea had swiftly gone away
For we had never lived in this flat sunflowered state before 
So we did not know the wind could blow us out the door.

First our clothes all blew off the line and over the treetop.
We chased them for miles, until we simply had to stop.
Our dog blew by, and so did our cat and our dairy cow.
Kansas winds are something to watch, they are a real wow....

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You ask her she said, giving me a bit of a poke.
I don’t even know her name I said to this brazen folk.
She might not even know the stranger said to me.
She is not red Angus, I said, I think she might be dairy.

The cow was lounging on a bench painted Iowa barn red.
She gave me a look that I could not decipher in my head.
A huge yawn came out of her mouth, and she flicked away a bee.
You are right, she said, I am bovine, a cow, female and truly dairy....

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Mrs. Fallicker 
    a Gurnsey dairy cow 
chewing her gum cud, 
    laughing 
moo laughs 
    about Bobbi 
the first child in our class 
    to eat paste. 

I walk amongst them 
    with my eager thoughts 
tracing J's in dust jackets 
     with my pinky finger 
eating letters, 
     A's like dry cheerios. 

The gloss 
     of library book pages 
thick with the musky smell of 
     forest floor 
               moss. 

This school is foreign....

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