Poem: Cows and Clowns II August 1, 2006
Cows and Clowns II
The bells keep ringing
For the dead cow
The clown justs laughs
For he has no worries
He has ridden the train to
The place of destiny
To collect the meat of the cow
It is ripe
The clown wields the mighty
Squirting flower
And annoints the cow
With a sense of duty
The onlookers gasp
The cow jerks
The clown is on his way
Again
Taking the train to destiny
With his mighty squirting flower
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