Explore Poems GO!

The Mad Yak

Rating: 3.1

I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?

And that beautiful tail!
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 13 November 2015

Now I can't look a yak in the eye ever again

18 0 Reply
Brian Jani 05 May 2014

Great poem greg

0 1 Reply
Goldy Locks 23 March 2007

They want to make buttons out of my bones. - GC..what a [sardonic] humor this guy had!

3 10 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

7/18/2021 11:15:28 AM # 1.0.0.662