Mad Aunt Bernards Tortoise Poetry

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Mad Aunt Bernards Tortoise Poetry

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Tuesday, April 28

Cow Pat


Cow-pat, Cow-pat
you are flat -
I can't wait till you set.

You're crunchy top
can be picked off -
and turned into a frisbee.

Fling it full force,
at inferior numpties
who frequently cause you grief.

Then run like f**k
before they catch up,
and give you a class A shoeing.
Scratched with a crow claw by: by the sundial hour of

3 comments:

  1. Heather28 April 2009 at 20:39

    That's the second poem I've read today with a cowpat in it. Is it catching, I ask?

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  2. Will28 April 2009 at 21:13

    I'd like to write a poem about cowpats, but all my poetry comes under the heading of bullsh**. As well as a frisbee, a well-crusted cowpat makes a pretty convincing beret.

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  3. Mad Aunt Bernard28 April 2009 at 21:55

    I've never worn one on my head, Will. I came pretty close though when my sister caught me with one and it hit me just past my left cheek...

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