April 25, 2005

Bonnie Sue's Demise

There once was a cow named Bonnie Sue,
Who tripped in a hole and became a stew.
So tender was her meat,
They even ate her feet.

Good Master decried her awful break,
then settled right in to enjoy a steak.
He prayed she'd found relief,
then calmly picked his teeth.

Poor Mistress, collapsed upon the stoop,
was quickly revived by the beefy soup.
She prayed for Bonnie's soul,
Then had another bowl.

Old Reverend was quick to make a call
As soon as he heard about Bonnie's fall.
"She's in great heaven's host.
Please pass a bit of roast."

The cowherd's whole day was filled with strife
'Til dinner when sadly he took his knife.
He carved a juicy slice,
And ate it in a trice.

Sweet milkmaid, she sobbed at Bonnie's fate
While sopping the gravy upon her plate,
She moaned a little moan,
then tossed a knuckle bone.

Their children all wailed and loudly cried
The day that the tanner took Bonnie's hide,
But how could they refuse
New, shiny pairs of shoes?

Then just as sure as Mistress was born,
The prettiest buttons of polished horn
She stitched upon the breast
Of Master's favorite vest.

The kittens and cats, when news got round,
Cried out with a terrible yowling sound,
And pitched an awful gripe,
Then settled down to tripe.

Poor Bonnie Sue never stood a chance
The moment she faltered at Nature's dance.
For such a lowly beast,
She surely was a feast.


Okay, so it's a silly little rhyme, a trifle, a bit of fluff. Sometimes, that's exactly what is necessary to get one's mind off more serious matters and infuse a little lighthearted fun into an otherwise busy, full-moon Monday.

Posted by Mamamontezz at April 25, 2005 09:22 PM

Great! Nostalgic, but not enough to make me want to go back to the farm. Those who haven't milked by hand wouldn't understand. Good work Mama.

Posted by: Jack at April 26, 2005 10:26 AM
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