Farmer Hosts Silent Disco for Cows, Milk Output Triples
They donned headphones by the bale,
And danced beneath the milky pale.
Beats of Moozart, Cowvin Harris too,
Sent udders swinging in a rhythmic moo.
No DJ, just a Bluetooth pole,
And cows in trance near watering hole.
The farmer watched with shocked delight,
As cream poured faster every night.
“We’ve tried Mozart, tried rock and Bach,
But lo-fi beats unlock the stock.”
The barn became a bovine rave,
With disco balls and udder wave.
City folk flew out to see,
And tried to mosh with dairy glee.
But cows said no, with gentle kicks,
“This groove is ours–go spin your tricks.”
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on November 1, 2021 by Alan Nafzger