Cow Ending
You do not moo, you do not moo
Any more, brown cow
On which I have milked; oh, shoot!
For seven weeks, tugging teats,
Barely daring to sniff or wahoo
Daisy, I have had to feed you
You ate before I had time--
Stomach-heavy, a gut full of grass
Ghastly hide, with one great mole
Round as a compact disc
And your hoof in the frothy Atlantic
Has managed to kill all the Kelp
In the waters of bubbly Posset
I used to bleet like a crazy ewe
Baaahaaaa-uuu
Contributors: | after Plath's 'Daddy', N, F, K8. |
Poem finished: | 14th August 2003. |