Once upon a time a cow <br />who had a flaxen-coloured brow <br />sat in the barn when time had come <br />to milk all cows, she felt so numb <br />that they did call the local vet <br />who told them not to go and fret. <br /> <br />But all of them knew that no udder <br />could be relieved without a shudder <br />so, sitting down, right in the shit <br />one must have access to the tit. <br /> <br />The farmer's wife convinced the cow <br />that of the essence time was now, <br />and thus, while feeding on the fudder <br />the cows were emptying their udder.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/udders/
