Her is a small poem I just wrote. In the style of Robert burns.


To a Coo ( cow )



Great big lump o lumbering meat
Too many stomachs and wee tiny feet
Dumb as dirt your no a very smart
Cos All you do is eat and fart

Well coos like music so they say
They’ll listen to country songs all day
I’m not surprised, it all makes sense
Cause just like coos country folk are dense

Without you coos where would we be
No more beefburgers or milk for our tea.
No juicy steaks or hot beef stew
All these things we get from you.

Now all you humans heed my advice
Be kind to coos well its nice to be nice.
And if you don’t want to look a fool
Never try to milk a bull.




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