Thank you to those mother's.
Inhabiting the field.
Always with a pregnancy.
To increase their cow juice yield.
Marched, by order of the dairy man
Off to the milking yard.
Whereupon,they meet the dairy fairy.
Who drains their udders dry.
These cows they make me happy.
Their generous donations.
Cover all the cereal bowls.
And coffee cups throughout the nations.
For me.
Black coffee in the morning.
Is not the nicest thing.
Fetch the milk from the shop.
Praise the cows.
Don't ever stop!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Thank you to those mother's.
Inhabiting the field.
Always with a pregnancy.
To increase their cow juice yield.
Marched, by order of the dairy man
Off to the milking yard.
Whereupon,they meet the dairy fairy.
Who drains their udders dry.
These cows they make me happy.
Their generous donations.
Cover all the cereal bowls.
And coffee cups throughout the nations.
For me.
Black coffee in the morning.
Is not the nicest thing.
Fetch the milk from the shop.
Praise the cows.
Don't ever stop!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
A spot of humour today...yesterday was full of profound words.
Today I woke up fancied a coffee...ran out of milk...Hey presto silly poem respecting cows!
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