Farmyard Antics 99 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And the cows were all on strike
Renegades formed picket lines
A scene I didn't like
Milking the scene for the TV crews
All crowding at the gates
They herded together Mooing
And demanding better rates
They made their point protesting
And left some random 'pats'
Some even left their calling cards
In several farmer's hats
Some guy thought that he'd arbitrate
And called a meeting too
The Cows then held a conference
But all they said was 'Moo'
Failing to find some answers
The farmer's just delayed
They left the herd just standing there
Until they looked dismayed
By then their udders stretched a bit
And looked like they would burst
The bull who'd led the protest
Claimed he should have known this first
And so my trip was over
As the cows gave up in pain
And when they reached the milking pens
The Milk just flowed like rain