She Mooed Through The Marshlands by Gregory Harrison

She mooed through the marshland

And frightened a coot,

That cow with one hoof in a wellington-boot.


‘Please tell me, dear cow,’

I said quite politely,

‘Why one of your hooves is embedded so tightly

In a rubbery, slubbery military shoe?’


She gave a long, low and lugubrious moo,

And squelched on her way.

I’m still left in doubt –

Well, maybe, it’s just that she can’t get it out.


by Gregory Harrison


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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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