Unfamiliar with cowboy poetry?
Here's a sample.
DAIRY QUEEN
by Shirley Lorraine, 1995
A dairyman's daughter rises 'fore dawn
To begin her active day.
Before the coffee's even brewed
She's pitched and piled the hay.
Now, cows don't care if it's light or dark
They'll give milk just the same.
They're taciturn and patient
When you play the milking game.
See, It goes like this - you get a stool,
Then sit down with a pail
And if you're very lucky
Cow won't swat you with her tail.
Before you start the cats appear
Hoping for a treat.
Fresh warm milk right from the source
Surely can't be beat.
One fine morn the daughter sat
A little sleepy-eyed.
Before her stood a wall of beef
Just waiting to be tried.
She reached below then started up
To begin the milking pull
When an angry snort caused her to see
She'd tried to milk the bull!
Well, he kicked her through the open door
His temper flared and raged
Then calmly resumed his meal of hay
His dignity assuaged.
Now the moral here is plain as day
When dealing with some bull
Best make sure you're wide awake
And be careful what you pull!
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