Udderly Ridiculous Poem by Phil Soar

With udders full to bursting point
They waited at the gate
The farmer smoked his habitual joint
And made the cattle wait
Unrest began to circle round
And hooves began to kick
A solution needed to be found
And processed pretty quick
With udders swaying to and fro
The cows were getting frantic
The farmer knew how far to go
The swellings were quite drastic
And so he let them through the gate
Into the milking parlour
And the swift relief was beyond belief
And was over in an hour