taught a two-headed cow to sing.
With dainty horn and delicate hoof,
she became a star of the opera bouffe.
The cow was green, her milk was blue,
and she wore a polka-dot tutu.
Combining moans with burps and farts,
she harmonized heads, singing both parts.
It's true.
Moo.
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55 words of udder foolishness for the G Man.
Honestly, I don't know which I like better - your poem or your Lables! "I cud a been a star" ha ha…. moo la la indeed.
ReplyDeleteTrue Moo!
ReplyDeleteALOHA to YOU
from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^=
Hahaha! Perfect ~
ReplyDeleteI'm with Margaret. You're labels are great! I do love the poem, but I'll still claim my steer is the world's most remarkable bovine. :-)
ReplyDeletegoofy girl. thanks for the levity. :)
ReplyDeleteLaughin my cow off at all that bull. Only the most amazing poets can get MEAT to sing. ;_) Happy Horrordays to you, cowgirl.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Margaret. The labels are just as funny as the poem.
ReplyDelete(By the way, thanks for the Leonard Pitts hook-up. I've already read a few...)
Truly, moo-sic to my ears! Cackle.
ReplyDeleteUdderly Delightful!
ReplyDeleteYou've homogenized the blog world Shay with this Moooooving tale.
Loved your Cowering 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for being the hottest and classiest chick in the Tri Counties.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Hey, it could happen. Heh...
ReplyDeleteAnd if I don't get a chance to say it before the 25th, Merry Christmas!
Very, very clever!
ReplyDeleteoh i am sitting here 👏👏👏👏 my hands and giggling delightedly
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteJust too, too moo-ving. ;-) Love to you, Shay!! xo
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