Cow Tipping Gone Wrong

Cousin Lou said, “Hold my beer,”
Snuck through fields with tipsy cheer.
He found a cow asleep and still,
Whispered, “Time to test my skill.”
He gave a shove–she didn’t budge,
Just blinked once and bore a grudge.
With a snort, she rose with grace,
Then chased Lou through the feedlot space.
She rang the bell with her own snout,
Woke the herd and knocked him out.
Pa filmed it all for laughs and likes,
Ma sold shirts that read “Tipped by Spikes.”
The preacher scolded, “Respect the beast,”
Then dodged a hoof mid-picnic feast.
Now tourists ask where cows lie down,
We say, “Only after they take the town.”
So think before you plan that flip–
Them cows got muscles, sass, and grip.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on June 3, 2026 by Alan Nafzger