There's no hope,
No holding it in
I give up
Yo cows - you win!
Beam me up, Moozy!
Bovine Queens Invade My Dreams
No matter what I
Do it seems
Bovines will
Invade my dreams
Be it day or
Be it night
Cows are ever
In my sight
Someone help me
Pretty please
I’ll even share some
Of my cheese
Twinkle, Twinkle Dairy Cow
Twinkle, twinkle
Pretty cow
Queen of Dairy
Take a bow
From your udder
Milk we squeeze
And from that we
Make our cheese
Twinkle, twinkle
Dairy cow
You’re the greatest
Take a bow
What’s Brown and Sounds Like a Bell?
The cows go marching
One by one
They leave huge cow pats
By the ton
And while they dry out
In the sun
Let’s think of ways to
Have some fun
If flying cow pats
Are your thing
The sun-dried pats are
Fun to fling
And if you thrill from
Things that SPLAT
Then catapult a
Fresh laid pat
Now if you love our
Mother Earth
Burn pats as fuel, you’ll
Cause some mirth
There’s many things that
You can do
Just please don’t step in
Fresh moo poo.
Udderly Insane
Bovine droppings
Cheddar cheese
Bovine fixation
Help me PLEASE!
Horrid affliction
That's for sure
Quickly, someone
Find the cure!
Dairy deficit is
Not the cause
Perhaps I just need
Cow's applause.
My Mind Has Gone Out to Pasture
I can't stop it,
Good gosh, I've tried.
My non-bovine brain
Has up and DIED!
Cows can make for
Charming verse,
My bovine fetish has
Gotten worse.
Now, when it comes
To writing time
All I get is
Bovine rhyme!
©2005 Kathleen M. Wooton, M.D.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
My Third Poem - Will the Mad Cows Never End?
Bovines on the Brain
Please, oh dear Lord
Help me now
My brain’s embracing
All things cow!
Spotted cushions
Valve tranplants
Even mooing
Underpants.
Sirloin steak
And cottage cheese
Stop the mad cows
Pretty please?
©2005 Kathleen M. Wooton, M.D.
Please, oh dear Lord
Help me now
My brain’s embracing
All things cow!
Spotted cushions
Valve tranplants
Even mooing
Underpants.
Sirloin steak
And cottage cheese
Stop the mad cows
Pretty please?
©2005 Kathleen M. Wooton, M.D.
My Second Poem - Could a Cow Be My Muse?
Heaven help me if a book of bovine poetry becomes my first published book.
Line Dancing Hooves
Please, can someone
Tell me now
How to square dance
With a cow?
Swing those udders
To and fro
Watch the bovine
Do-si-do.
Please be careful
Where you dance
Bovines don’t wear
Underpants.
©2005 Kathleen M . Wooton, M.D.
Line Dancing Hooves
Please, can someone
Tell me now
How to square dance
With a cow?
Swing those udders
To and fro
Watch the bovine
Do-si-do.
Please be careful
Where you dance
Bovines don’t wear
Underpants.
©2005 Kathleen M . Wooton, M.D.
Monday, October 10, 2005
My First Poem
I wrote this for a messageboard I frequent. I guess it's obvious, even to the most casual observer, that I'm not a poet. Oh well.
Enjoy.
My Milky Friends
Cows are friendly
Cows are sweet
Their udders squirt
A tasty treat
Milk them, Milk them
If you please
Take that milk and
Make some cheese
Love them cows with
All your might
'Cause cow's milk cheese
Is OUTTA SIGHT!
©2005 Kathleen M. Wooton, M.D.
Enjoy.
My Milky Friends
Cows are friendly
Cows are sweet
Their udders squirt
A tasty treat
Milk them, Milk them
If you please
Take that milk and
Make some cheese
Love them cows with
All your might
'Cause cow's milk cheese
Is OUTTA SIGHT!
©2005 Kathleen M. Wooton, M.D.
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