“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.