Cow Encountered by a Poet
How now, brown cow,
Grazing on the knoll?
I said as I did stroll.
I write poems with words, I spat.
I write poems with turds, she shat;
And that was that.
“Cow Encountered” was what I titled this poem when I wrote it, sometime during my high school days.
Here’s the concept:
a pompous poet-aspirant greets a brown cow with the classic elocution-practice phrase, “How now, brown cow,” extending it to say, “grazing on the knoll, he said as he did stroll,” then pauses for the cow’s reaction to this poetic masterwork.
The cow, unimpressed, continues to graze with nary a nod of acknowledgement.
The poet, immediately indignant, proclaims emphatically, “I write poems with words!” as if to say, “Hey, I’m important.”
The cow, making her contribution to the conversation, lifts her tail, as if to say, “I write poems with turds.”
The disparagement echoes in the poet’s head, “with turds, with turds, with turds” and that was that.
Udderly silly. Since this is the preeminent “Cow Town” . . . the community bigwigs used to have, and still may, cow pie (turd) throwing races. Think of it. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Holy cow, Kata, I forgot how udderly clever you could be. Nicely put, my dear.
Very mooooooving poem, Ned.
Your call for more, more has moooooved me to respond, Mudd. More poetry on its way.
Milking it……🤣 don’t cha think???
Milking it… that’s my specialty, babe. 😉