The Bulls - Poem by Nim Lee
The brown bull and the black bull were fighting on the shore;
I stopped and watched a while
Asked what they did it for.
The black bull said: “He thinks he’s boss! ”
The brown bull said: “He started it! ”
The black bull then began to curse,
The fighting then became much worse.
What stupid bulls! Can they not see they ought to act as one?
If they got together
They could make the butcher run.
Of course I didn’t say this,
Just smiled my friendly grin
And with my trusty cleaver, I killed the two of them.
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