Ruth Walters


Poor Cow - Poem by Ruth Walters

She'd tousled hair
and crumpled skirt,
her fingernails were
lined with dirt.
with teeth all brown,
she wore a frown,
her hips so wide
they hid the ground

Her legs were short,
her feet were large.
The way she moved
was like a barge.
A ciggy hung
from ruby lips
and much smoke billowed
from its tip.

She coughed a lot
her breath was foul
She'd hang about
for hours and hours
outside bars and restaurants,
her hidden and
dubious charms
to flaunt.

Now let me pause
a moment here
I do not wish
to bend your ears.
Oh heaven save you
such intrusion!
This story, must though,
reach conclusion.

If you saw the woman
of whom I speak
you may feel shocked
and a little weak
for she was a funny
shade of pink!
I cannot lie,
she liked a drink

Her heart was good
but her tale is a sad'n
for under a number 6 bus
she was flattened!
If she'd have been sober
she'd be alive now
but fate dealt her a blow
and she's dead, poor cow.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

She liked a good time
so what's the fuss, but
It did seem to get uglier
when she met a bus.

Courtesy of Alan Draper.....
many thanks Alan,
I giggled at this :)))

Comments about Poor Cow by Ruth Walters

  • (8/24/2012 9:57:00 AM)


    She liked a good time
    so what's the fuss, but
    It did seem to get uglier
    when she met a bus.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012


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