Position:Home>Poetry> Do you like this poem I wrote. It's meaningless, really, a sort of practice

There is a little boy I know
Well, not so little now
Whose favourite thing in all the world
Is sitting on a cow

I don't know why he does this
It's really rather odd
You'd think he'd find it deadly dull
Just perched there on his todd

But day by day he sits there
Come sun, come wind, come rain
I've scratched my head, but just don't know
Quite what he has to gain

Perhaps he likes the company
Of Mollie (that's the cow)
So that is why he sits there
For as long as she'll allow

And she, that patient cow of his
That gentle bovine beast
Seems happy with her burden
And not bothered in the least

At first it freaked me out a bit
Of that I must confess
But now that I've got used to it
I'm worried less and less

For some of us, I'm sad to say
A friend is hard to find
So telling them they're really weird
Would be somewhat unkind

Now everytime I see them, I just wonder
(though it's dumb)
If she ever gets a backache
Or the boy a painful bumWww@QuestionHome@Com

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