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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