Poem: Cows and Clowns August 1, 2006
Cows and Clowns
The cow runs jubilant through my room
It’s wearing a sweater and some socks
I wonder why, but I’m afraid to ask
Is it cold, traditional, or merely fashionable (fashionaBULL?)
The cow knocks down my favorite stereo
This makes me very, very mad
I jump on the cow and start to pummel it
I think the cow has learned it’s lesson
The clowns thank me greatly when they arrive
Their helicopter is pretty big inside
For instance, they can carry a cow and several clowns quite easily
The clowns often let me train their cows
I am a professional and I love my work
The cow is no longer jubilant
As they take it away in their helicopter
It is now morose beyond compare
I, however, have lots of money
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