Standing on the hill an old and young bull

Eying a view that is more than joyful.

Below, in the meadow, oh what a sight,

A herd of cows stand… passions to ignite…

The young bull - hot-blooded - itching to go,

Cries out loud: “Wow, wow and yet again wow!

Each one of them is just like a ripe peach,

Let’s dash down quickly and let’s grab one each!”

The old bull stands his ground, majestic, cool,

Looks at the young one: “What impetuous fool!”

Head down, teeth to grass, he takes a mouthful,

And scornfully addresses the young bull:

“Slow down my young friend; don’t give me B. S.

We walk down slow, calmly, with cool finesse.

We are bulls with balls; let’s fulfil our call,

Slowly, one by one we shall take them all.”

© P. J. Oszmann (2003)

© Illustration created in Photoshop.