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.
2017-07-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, love this memory, Helen, well, told, put over in this work of yours.
Ken
2017-07-18


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.
Ashe
2017-07-17