Her father was a Kenworth her mother a crusty Mack
She was considered by the toughest
To be slightly off the track
She didn't take to patting and liked the junkyard crowd
You could see where the fleas had been
She could howl and growl pretty fearsome loud
She came into this world from the bottom of a ditch
Tough and rusty. strong and heavy minded
Not your average normal bitch
She is alone and still and a silent doggy now
Behind the barbed wire fence next door
Her only friend a cow…..
No, I don't forgive you! :) You bad man! You had me in tears over a TRUCK! ! ! I was going to say that at least she had a cow as a friend. But now, I am thinking, poor lonely cow! And she isn't even in the photo! Just the TRUCK! ! !
ha ha ha...! Just love this Diana. It breaks me up. You made my day... I better check and make sure that cow is OK.! ! ! ! Cheers Geoffrey.,
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I would like to translate this poem
I am glad I made your day - now, please go and make the cow's day. :) If you have access to her, please gaze into her beautiful eyes and give her a hug from her Auntie Di across the HUUUUGE water trough (or if she has a river to drink from instead, across the HUUUUGE river) . Do you know her name? I am assuming she is not yours and that she (and you... and that TRUCK! ! !) are in the USA.