Poem - Cornered Cows

stop,

you’re cornered,

I said to the clump of cows,

as the corned beef truck trundled

over the field,

it’s just a change of spot

for you lot,

we’d prefer more black spots,

you’ll be able to hang your coats

outside this nice shower truck,

collect them on the way out,

don’t worry,

be happy,

Sieg Heil.

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