After the cow jumped over
the moon, she landed of course
on Earth but in a far, exotic
pasture where a well groomed
bull with a gold ring in his nose
knew a thing or two
about lunacy himself.
As to the the dish and the spoon:
having run away together,
they were happy for a while
in someone's unmatched set
of dishes. The dish subsequently
chipped, then cracked, and
was finally thrown away.
The spoon mourned, becoming
tarnished and a little bent.
Hans Ostrom,2012
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