There was a cow from Californy
Who was very, very horny.
He wasn’t sexy, instead
Two biggies grew from his head
Say, this rhyme is getting corny.
It’s what they call a longhorny steer
In places afar from here
Where it’s said they feed
On the jimson weed
And it makes them crazy I fear
The weed it drives them nuts
And it makes them into sluts.
If you believe this story
For you I feel sorry
‘Cause you must be some kinda putz
Don’t believe everything you read
And nothing that you ain’t seed
It’s just a joke
From an old cowpoke
Who’s gotten to old to breed.
With his friends he likes to screw
Put their brains into a stew
Tear their minds asunder
And make them wonder
If he should change his brand of brew.
George, please whip up another brew for us! Your concoctions are too much fun!
You Brand of Brew is uniquely yours, I should say, George, not many Have a knack with words, as you do. Your brew is a blend of humor, The funnies, a bit of the limerick, A dash of satire sometimes And some wholesome good Eyeopening ideas for life! Brewer brew some more for me! George, I like it strong with less sweetening Affly, Angel
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I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one, so skillfully crafted...wish I could write this way.