Wendy The Wonder Cow

[Daphne]

Wendy the wonder cow
was the pride of her owner's eye
standing fatly in the fields
head held high
a giant among cows
a lump of cowflesh
to be proud of
and a major
producer of milk
and veal cutlets
via her poor sons
then one fine sad day
she slipped on a giant cowpat
and fell over loudly
and lay there in pain
with a broken hip
so the farmer put a bullet
between her eyes
and called the knacker's yard
where she got turned into dogfood
(premium branded)
sic transit gloria vaccae

[alex]

Poor Wendy. Very sad poem. I like cows AND goats.

[Daphne]

But not on the same plate.

[4gemini7]

Wonderfully random!

[Daphne]

Not so much random. I fear you don't know what the word means! A "random poem" would mean a poem selected at random, in a situation where all poems in the collection from which it was selected had an equal chance of being selected.

[4gemini7]

Although I have the utmost respect for your intellect and what I perceive to be your formal education I fear that you are unaware that language constantly evolves. The word random now has many applications so I stand by what I said. Your poem is wonderfully random. Where I come from that counts as a compliment.