A Maid Milking by Gerard Ter Borch

Holy Cow!

The cows came home,

precisely at six,

And somehow I knew,

I was really in a fix.

I hadn’t milked a cow,

Since I was a kid,

What I was doing with forty,

Nearly blew my lid.

Got online immediately,

To my acquainted friend,

Milk maid was at my door,

Knew a cow’s front from end.

Hired her on the spot,

She milked every damn one.

Sold the milk to an organic store,

We were making money hon.

That was many years ago,

And we are still having fun,

Branched out to having children,

And always on the run.

Glad it wasn’t chickens home to roost!

Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull

12/12/24

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