Mad Cows

• Lucy Forbes, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

A cow is eating in my lounge chair.
A cow is crumping in my car.
A cow is eating in my bathroom.
It seems to be hungry by far.

A cow is texting in my bathtub.
A cow is texting on my floor.
When we all went out in the evening,
He was trying to text next door.

A few can be seen in the hallway.
They like to moo at each other.
And much to her disapproval,
One kind of moo-ed at my mother.

"Get them out of here!" mother cried.
She'd obviously had enough.
Farm animals are not her style.
She prefers animals not as rough.

(This is an innovation of Sheep asleep)