She stretched her legs in the green grass <br />surrounded by fresh bovine gas <br />you know, they always chew their cud <br />and wander through the grass and mud. <br /> <br />She slept, due to the Beaujolais <br />had been too tipsy then to play. <br />But when she opened both her eyes <br />(she'd dreamed about those handsome guys) , <br /> <br />a cow was standing very close <br />and, udderly, the thought arose <br />that...well, you know what girls do think <br />she sat up straight, forgot to blink <br />and shouted, though it did not rhyme: <br />'Please gentlemen, one at a time.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nap/
