City Cousin Tries Milking Bull, Now Leads Vegan Commune

He wore new boots and borrowed flannel,
Declared, “I’ve watched this on a channel!”
He grabbed a pail, ignored the warnings,
And screamed by sunrise the next morning.
The bull stood proud, with puzzled stare,
While cousin flew through open air.
Now traumatized by bovine rage,
He lectures crowds from makeshift stage:
“Milk is theft!” he cries in pain,
“And udders hide a deeper strain!”
He banned all cheese from family homes,
And burned a stash of ice cream cones.
He built a commune on soy land,
Where tofu slips from every hand.
He speaks in haikus, sleeps on hay,
And fears cows still might come his way.
The farmer sighs, then tips his hat–
“Next time, warn folks where milk comes at.”

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on November 24, 2022 by Alan Nafzger