Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Eighth Day of Christmas

Cows these days have it rough.
Once there were maids to empty their udders,
But now just machines, cold and tough.
No doubt, in darkest cow dreams, there are shudders.


John said...

An udderly ridiculous supposition I say
Milking maids’ hands are as course as the hay
With modern machines all sterile and warm
The life of the bovine must surely conform

I see on the TV - on each TV night
Stories of cows, oh what a sight!
From happy cows come some great cheese
Wisconsin and California say all their’s appease

The only cows I see rebellious and mad
All work for a chicken chain, unless I’ve been had?
They are walking all over, making a fuss
Eat Mor Chikin, I’ve had just enough

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Now that's what I call a comment! Happy New Year, John.

John said...

And a happy New Year to you and your family also