My cowlasaurus just ain't givin' up the ole'milk-juice these days... <br />She's fatter n' usual. I milk and i milk er' till she's dry.This thirsty slump makes me cry. <br />My name's Kevin Caveman. <br />From thirst i wish not to die. <br />I'll get into my catch mobile...You see that's my time machine you see. <br />I'll hit the ignite sequence button...Back in future's time, i'll go to find, <br />that cure for my cowlasaurus's milkless bind.Once i find a doctor of ailurasaurusses disease...She'll be cured, and of this news, to me it will please.You see i hav'ta cure my pet you see.This pet of mine looks like a cow and a dinasaur rolled up into one.It's black and white and twenty five feet high...I milk her for a boost in life.She don't look as good as my wife named Bessie.she gives more milk than does old <br />Bessie...Bessie gives out an amount that is even much lessy.At least <br />her amount will not be too messy.I'm now in the year 1983. I see the <br />doctor that's just right for me.I grab him with my club's gentle tap...He'll <br />provide the clue to the cure's own found map.Back to my time, to a <br />cure...Of this fact i am pretty well sure.That doctor told me my pet was pregnant with child...After the birth, there would be less of the roundly girth.The juices would finally gush forward with such a powerful force... <br />In a weighted poundage that weighs more than a horse.Now it's back to 1983...Where i'll set my higher educated prisoner, totally free. <br />I'm now back to where i belong in time...Now all is well, a thirsted thirst finally quenched.Happily all of us are peacefully blessed from the time machine's retirement, and all our adventures are rested and benched.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-cave-cowlasaurus/
