Just to inform non Irish readers, that when we think Friesian, we think the ice-creamy dairy type black and white painted cows that are so ubiquitous in our countrysides (at least in postcards), rather than the horse(!?)
A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Friesian to the Moon
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Don't bring your Friesian to the moon
Though she might say there's plenty room
Believe me it would mean your doom
For she'd surely attempt to jump over
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There's no grass to chew there, please, for your own sake
You'd better be cautious, no lunar escape
for your 4 stomached friend, there's just too much at steak
Not a job for the bestest trained drover
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She may say her leathery skin's good in space
She knows all the stars, won't make you lose face
But I've herd that her dung is a terrible case
Even though she lives mainly on clover
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She might be laughing, and jiggling her udder
but don't be seduced, she can't stone you like budder
Tell her "Sorry my love, but your tricks make me shudder"
No Moon for your Friesian today
11 comments:
Dear Niamh: This is utterly magnificent a poem! Particularly love "but don't be seduced, she can't stone you like budder" (stone churned budder no doubt!)
I heard one has to "cow-down" to the surly Freisan beasts! No, they should not jump tonight! You might have to try the Freisan horses next time, cows not being in the mood of late!Very creative and I love the theme and always watch each week for the new slant or take on what you are not going to bring to where you are going or not going this week...teehee!!!Fun Fun Fun!!! Creativity +++!!!
Up with your best, Mammy. Love the deliberate spelling mistakes of herd and steak and budder. Wondering if Friesian should be i before e?
Thanks Chicco, so glad you're enjoying them. I'm not familiar with the Freisian horse, but maybe some day we'll meet.
Thanks Peter, so you only like some of the deliberate spelling mistakes but not all? Only messing, the i before e thing is officially my achilles hell!!
i think they would be great on the moon, let them go!! Loved it as always!
What a luny poem. It's already cold enough in space; it doesn't need to be Friesian.
I would so love to go to the moon. If it were a choice between going there with my cow and not going there, I just might have to take her.
Tks Socks, but no, I'll have to hold firm on this one.
Thanks Dead Acorn, it's true!
NanU - there'd surely be another way!
moo
Moost mooving sentiment Oub!
I want a Fiesan just so that I can say no you can't go to the moon.
you could always tell someone else's Gwei, go on, I dare ya!
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