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Poor cow
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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I'm sorry the Organic Movement want to put their spoke Into the world of pithing, watch them as they choke Inserting metal wires into the brains of children who Happen to have 4 legs and a tail and sometimes MOO It's not my understanding, and I just wish that they Would keep out of the abbatoir's for in Heaven all will pay For those poor sad souls departed Who surely cannot be In worse a state than hoisted On some shiny chain gantry Stunned and kicking wildly One's last gasp full on pain Sucked of all the vital life Never to roam again Soon the sad purveyors Most, holier than thou Will cut and chop and scythe and slice The poor sad sentient cow If pithing is an option Upgrading methods cost A great deal Well I truly feel For the sisters I have lost. |