Inspired when I drove by a farmer trying to get his cow- 1988

Bossy Cow's Game

That farmer
He's slightly miffed
Bossy is loose again;
He trudges along
Behind her
Trying to turn her
In one direction
She jauntily prances
In the other...

She trots ahead of him
By a barn's length
And makes darn sure
She stays that way

Hateful beast!

"Come Booooss" he calls

Bossy's ears is plugged
Her feet yearn to roam

With a devilish eye
She swings her massive
Head around
And antagonizes
The antagonized

"You comin', slowpoke?"

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-17 at 14:09

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What a fun poem. Loved it.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, love this memory, Helen, well, told, put over in this work of yours.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Lol ... we see that here every day. :) Except the men usually ride horses and catch up easier with that recalcitrant Bossy, who just want to roam for a while. You painted a rural scene that made me smile.