The Bull

sandie on Sep 10, 2009

A bull’s life in a field ready for the cow’s.

I am a bull looking for some cows

I am a raging bull

I see cows in a field that’s full

Now I am very aroused.

The cows are eating clover

I am a bull in my prime

They come and check me over

The cows will want me soon just give them time.

We sniffed each other and gave a mooo

My hormones are flying around now

Separated by a hedge there’s not much I can do

It was frustrating, as I wanted to join the cows.

A week later the farmer let me out

I ran over to the cow’s to let them know I was about

Soon their milking days will be over

As when the calves are born they will be playing in the clover.

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Comments (10)

ken bultman on Sep 10, 2009
Roll me over in the clover, lay me down and do it again. It’s an old song. You wouldn’t remember it.
nani varron on Sep 11, 2009
its fun to see people riding bulls on a rodeo
chitragopi on Sep 11, 2009
Poem is nice and amusing
serowa on Sep 11, 2009
LOL, how funny!
cebuanaeyez on Sep 11, 2009
Nicely written.
Lostash on Sep 11, 2009
I remember it Ken! Another off the wall idea….where do you get them!
mitchey179 on Sep 11, 2009
I really enjoyed this one….nice work!
giftarist on Sep 12, 2009
Nicely done! Thanks for sharing!
hannemarie on Sep 12, 2009
Lovely poem. Oh, you are awful, but I like you
inuni on Sep 12, 2009
The farmers job is never done.

Hi there!