Riddle hay riddle, the barn cat played his fiddle,
causing my best milker to leap over the moon.
Mid-leap, a most foul moon-crater collision
tore my cow's udder.....; she has poor nighttime vision.
Surgeon's bill, no doubt, will arrive here ‘bout noon.
(Nov.2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch.... for the cow and the wallet...lol