Poem By Randy McClave

I wished that I were a bull
Over all cows I would majestically rule,
Standing alone on a hill in my field
Unto the heavens my horns I would proudly wield.
I wouldn't be used for love or dating
But, only for bragging and boasting and mating,
I would have it much better than the horse or ass
As I would just sit back, relax while eating grass.
I would love to just snort and grunt
Especially when I am mad, or on the hunt,
And when people are around or even near
I would then stomp my hooves, to fill them with fear.
I truly wish that I were a bull
If I were, in my kingdom I could alone happily rule,
No bills or debts or rent or college for me to do
And all that I have to do is, "Moo".

Randy L. McClave

Comments about Moo

Lol. Nice poem. You can be what you want to be with poetry. Very light hearted and entertaining. Thanks i can go to sleep now.
Hey, I like this! It's a very similar theme to a poem I posted exactly one month ago today, called " Be a Bull" . Keep on posting!
Worth a chuckle or two!

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