The Daily Poem

TO CHOOSE A QUEEN

The moon was rising full

On thirteen cows and a bull.

The bull surveyed the scene,

Commenced to choose a queen

By asking each to answer

How deft he was a dancer,

How prime a peerless prancer,

From Capricorn to Cancer,

From east to west and over

The Seven Fields of Clover.

The cows looked up from eating

While he went on repeating

How they should all be truful,

Consider just how youthful,

How strong and clearly bullish,

How wise and seldom foolish,

How long he'd studied Taurus

And the great Tyrannosaurus,

To learn the finer points

Of how to jive his joints.

They surely would adore him

As no one else before him.

And if they watched him closely

They'd find that he was mostly

A neo classic bovid,

A true erotic Ovid.

The cows went back to eating

As he went on repeating

Until his topic wandered,

His energies all squandered,

Too tired now for dancing,

For pirouetted prancing,

And drifted off to snoring,

While silently adoring,

As the moon was setting full,

Lay thirteen queens and their bull.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Rhyming Couplets

Oak Harbor, Washington

Lat: 48' 17.6" N, Long: 122' 38.6" W

JOURNAL: Ivan & Virginia Lathrop's House

~ The Daily Poet