Wednesday, August 30, 2023

The Carefree Cow Comic Poem number 210 by Angela Lansbury



 Some cows are born brown

Some are black and white

So they can be seen

Crosing roads at night


In India they're protected

Unlike beef-eaters

When suspected

Or detected


Dead cows will give

A strong cow hide

Alive, they take toddlers

For a bouncy ride


Cows don't listen when you say

Turn round, this is a motorway

Worse still, you've facing the wrong way

You might not reach the end of day


Cows seem contented

They don't stress or think

Like some humans they live

To eat and drink


They spend all day long

Eating green grass

Ignoring the lorries

Hurtling past


I look with pity at a cow

Which spends all day eating and drinking

It has not time for fun and games

No leisure time for serious thinking


If AI, fed electric drink

Was asked to resarch and reveal

What a deaf and dumb cow can think

With nothing vital dipmatically concealed


Ask, 'Are you happy with your life now?

Would you rather be a man or a cow?'

It's my belief a cow would say

I'm perfectly content this way


Zebras look like they're in two minds

Like flattened out Venetian blinds

Horses, beaten, then bribed with sugar lumps

Camels look like they've got the hump


Dinosaurs are easy to draw

But, thank bull, they are no more

Cats and dogs will wander far

But come off worst when fighting a car


Human beings are frowning and stressed

I would not swap my life for thinking

I need not waste time getting dressed

My ideal life's just eating and drinking!


I never need to travel far

I don't need car, money nor caviar

As for your questionnaire, I'll pass

I'm too busy eating gorgeous, green grass.

-ends-

copyright Angela Lansbury Thursday August 31st 2023

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