Friday, 15 July 2005

My conversations with my cow

My favorite cow started to chaff
Why I wanted to retail her calf
I was miffed how dare she
She and her calf belonged me
Holding her eyes, I outdid her stare
She kept right on, not playing fair
I moved my eyes to dispel the sight
She seemed to say, go fly a kite
Ok, I said, I would go
But before flying a kite, I needed a bite
With skin looking like silk
She offered me her milk
I was grateful, said my thanks
Afterwards took her to the river banks
She was pleased to come out
Harmony restored without a shout
We came way half and half
Finally I decided not to sell her calf

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