you remind me of
a fly on a pile of poop …
always smearing dirt
such a nasty vache
you really gets on my 'teets' ~
silence is golden!
Violet’s an arrogant bossy cow
I know the farmer knows this now
Luke the farmer says, “It's time to mate her”
Evan the bull moos, “No deal, I hate her”
Violet will not go near the bull
Alas she’ll soon be for the cull
Cos she’s costing money to be fed
Her refusal means soon she’ll be dead
Ending up on our dinner plate
09/02/23
In France a cow's called a vache
A crass bovine who's moo is so brash
Some are infected by mad cow disease
They give sour milk, making rancid cheese
I know what will be a cow's fate
One day soon she'll be on my plate
I will not miss its whiney mooing
Or cow pats in fields from its poohing
Inspired by but not for Animal Nonsense Contest
08-18-17
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