Neanderpundit

Friday 12 Apr 2013

NaPoWrMo day… 12?

So a twelve line poem of 60 syllables- a minute poem.

Where is my cow?
Where is my cow of golden horn
and molars worn
from grinding hay
the livelong day?

Where is my cow of dappled brown
alone in town,
her sweetened cream
is like a dream.

My cow leaves loaves of fragrant shit-
A pie, to whit
releasing gas
and feeding grass.

on 12 Apr 2013 at 7:52 am Mark D

You’re a poet and don’t know it.
Your feet show it
They’re Longfellows.
on 12 Apr 2013 at 10:43 am Joanna

This! Is! Not! My! COW!
on 12 Apr 2013 at 2:21 pm Nathan

There’s a Discworld reference in here somewhere.
on 12 Apr 2013 at 6:10 pm Paul b

Sounds like two cows to me. Been around them for years an pretty well describes them to me.

But then, what do I know.
on 13 Apr 2013 at 1:34 am Denise

I love this one. I may keep it for a while. Reminds me of the herefords I used to hace: Jackie, Dolly and Bess. *sigh*
on 13 Apr 2013 at 5:22 am Gerry N.

The Og writes doggerel.
It follows that the dog,
Writes Oggerel.
Who listens?
on 15 Apr 2013 at 8:27 am Firehand

Yeah, I was wondering if he’s been going back over some Commander Vimes stories