The seven acre farm permitted only just so <br />Many things to be or go <br />One was the keeping of a cow <br />Nor more could be allow’d <br /> <br />For grass and forage was always short <br />No need of more cultivated acres to abort <br />So the cow kept for milk and butter too <br />Was kept in the small pen like zoo <br />(where chickens, a pig and rats and mice lived askew) <br /> <br />One spring day Willie’s wife said to him <br />“Bess needs to visit a friend <br />Where she can start anew <br />The birthing process that is long past overdue.” <br /> <br />Was the pleasure for Robbie to go <br />Calling, with the cow in tow <br />To Master Robert’s barn where his bull was kept <br />For a servicing delayed until just yet. <br /> <br />Down the path Robbie led ol’ Bess <br />Barefoot, yet in his Sunday best <br />For by chance he might see <br />The daughter of the owner, that she be. <br /> <br />Arriving at the manor about ten <br />He called to see who might be within <br />And when the pretty one appeared <br />His heart skipped a beat, you could almost hear. <br /> <br />“Got my cow to see your bull, the best around” <br />“Take her to the barn, I’ll be right down” <br />“I’ll put her in the pen, <br />So’s you can put the bull in.” <br /> <br />In a while, the cow and bull were mated <br />And the two on the fence sat, and awaited <br />For another servicing to take place <br />For if the cow wasn’t settled, would be a disgrace. <br /> <br />As they sat and watched the action in the pen <br />Was Robbie who broke the silence, just then; <br /> “I sure would like to do that” he said with a smile. <br /> <br />“Go ahead, she’s your cow anyhow.” <br /> <br />s<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robbie-burns-cow/
