Moo
I taught my sacred cows to sing
a capella because they lack opposable thumbs
which makes it hard to play guitar
or drums.
After a short tour of the southeast states
they formed a clique
of Nazi chic
and walked amongst the herd on their hind legs,
rode Harley Road Kings in black leather jackets
they implied
they made from hides
of cows who chewed their cud in a socialist way.
Such is the trouble the gods will bring
if you teach your sacred cows to sing.
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Omg Mike: this is in the Pantheon of humor poems—hilarious and razor sharp. You deserve the Mark Twain Prize for this one.
Humorous, inventive,
social commentary like Animal Farm
totally good.
Wonderful!
Fantastic!
Like Kevin implied, you are the Mark Twain of LexPoMo.
the rhyme puts it in the tradition of the political Mother Goose nursery rhymes
hahaha
of course the choice would be a capella! And each cow has her own vocal range.
love the humor throughout.
Agree with others: You are truly the Mark Twain of LexPoMo!
Thank you all for your comments and for a great 2024 LexPoMo