To say a cow is just a cow ain't right,
That's like saying a horse is just a zebra
sans black and white stripes.
There's some ol range cows that are
fierce and snotty. They'll tree ya quick,
or they will try to eat ya.
Them's not my cows though I can promise.
My girls are gentle and so very sweet,
never a snotty charge you'll see.
Everyone is safe with them, even a babe.
No one ever gets chased or treed,
well almost no one you see.
There is one cow you'll wanta watch for
if you are careless about cookies.
Cookies you ain't sharin that is.
Ol Blackie has one shape and it is round.
She is a sweetie but a royal pig
when it comes to treats.
Ya can pull her ears or polish her horns,
pet her calf, even scratch her belly
but don't be silly now tho!
If you have a crinkely or a crackly,
a cookie or a carrot, keep em quiet
I'm warning ya!
She'd lick ya and slobber in a mos'
undignafied way tongue out
and running ya down.
Cookies or a treat, even an empty
wrapper can bring'er coming.
Half a head of sweet teeth.
It ain't no real cow attack,not like
with a range cow or saucy bossy.
But it'll skid yer shorts the same.
Don't fool with that big cow,
she's jealous of her treats.
Mos other times she's good tho.
Just empty yer pockets is all.
Cowboy poetry! Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski
