Parked on the side of this dusty old road

lost and looking for directions I was

when all of a sudden along they trod

10 black ‘n’ white cows now frozen in pause

 

Is it colour they see or black and some white?

I then pondered on what they were thinking?

their expressions were blank –  an unnerving sight

As they stood staring, chewing and belching

 

Then without warning, he moo’d his intentions

“You look a bit lost can I help you there mate?

I can drive shotgun and moo you instructions

and serve you unpasteurised lactate”

 

How funny it would be if one of those cows

did call me over to come and chew the fat

I’d bring my map and instruct don’t graze but browse

For I’ll need 11 heads to get back on the right track?

 

Copyright © - Steve G 2013

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