Udder Nonsense (poem) by Regis Auffray on AuthorsDen

Udder Nonsense
by Regis Auffray → (All Poetry by Regis Auffray)
Tuesday, July 2, 2019 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Just for the fun of words...

Udder Nonsense Moo A cow is mooing A dove is cooing It is milking time No time to be cool Grab yourself a stool Milking time makes rhyme Just you knead those teats Promise her some treats Then send me some tweets Separate the cream It is like a dream Turns into butter Makes your heart flutter When you’re on Twitter Amidst the glitter Don’t you be bitter With your babysitter Clear the clutter Stop your mutter Clean your gutter Papa says it’s late Eat what’s on your plate Time to go to bed That’s what Mama said Hold on to that thought Or you will have nought A thought can’t be bought I’ll go give Alice This golden chalice She’ll give me a kiss That will be such bliss While I’m on the phone Give this dog a bone Or an ice cream cone Look out to the west I will do my best To help with your quest When a star appears Let’s allay our fears And have a few beers Look out to the east They’re having a feast Honouring a beast They have lost their minds But it takes all kinds Just toss them some rinds I am no loudmouth Down here in the south I just shut my mouth When I was up north It was on the fourth I came forth henceforth And when I got here I’ll tell you my dear That’s when I felt fear For a cow was mooing And a dove was cooing And the crowd was booing I made no pretense I sat on the fence In udder nonsense Moo © Regis Auffray
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Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 13, 2019

IT'S FACED PACED AND REALLY FUN! I ENJOYED THIS SHARING, REGIS...THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on July 5, 2019

You're lucky the cow didn't kick you in the head from your udder nonsense. Moo.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 3, 2019

The crowd ain't booing with this whimsical write, in point of fact they are cheering...-e-

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Udder den dat, dis is the most nonsense I ever seen in a poem, making a lot of cents to me� Dollars, too.

Ron

PS. You born in the barn?

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Your poem was an udder delight. A joke for the ladies: Do you know why a cow has such sad eyes? Well, if you had your tits puled on twice a day and only screwed once a year, you'd look sad too.

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on July 2, 2019

your cooing poem is very entertaining Regis,