Cow Tipping Poem by John McCornack
Cow Tipping
The normally quiet country around Cloud Chief
Would once again became alive with anticipation
When the calendar said it was New Year's night
For it was time to look for the cow population
Teams were formed and many challenges issued
Shortly before midnight and on for another hour
Happy sounds of one more success would ring out
As cows tumbled to the ground by our willpower
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