A Dairy man’s lament

While mucking out the stalls one day,

On my way to feed my cows some hay.

I was taken by surprise by the sound of bovine sighs

Yet, I tried to ignore her baleful cries

Then I heard an insistent mooing from the next stanchion.

I was still busy, and bellowed back, “Keep your pants on.”

Still the sounds continued, she moaned, “I’m udderly spent.

I do not feel whole, maybe just two percent.”

She was in such a state, I went out on a limb,

“Don’t worry Bossy, just slip me some skim.”

By Jane Hensge