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| [Introduction]
In the spirit of the Horse Whisperer and the Dog Whisperer, comes the Cow Whisperer. Give me no more than five of your best lines to control bad cow behavior. The key is to be calm and assertive and a pack leader. You may sing or wax poetic and use a haiku or not. You may moo. Whatever you do, stay calm and have fun. Example where I use a haiku: Moon river cow herd Come to your whispering bull Hooves moos in moonlight Here I am whispering to my friend Peeker in this picture. You don't have to stand in back, but sometimes it is good in the beginning. |
Be still bovine loins Calm ever thundering hooves Think of puffy clouds Oats in the crib for your dining pleasure, When you come, come, come home to the stable. Surround, be fresh, sweet straw. Pass the big bottle Some sauces adorn me shelf Barbeque ready Swaying ever so gently the timothy grass Like a mirage viewed through a fence afar. Nothing compares except a bovine lass Sharing her cud at the local milk bar. Golden slumbers fill your stall a softly whisp'ring cowherd calls, "Sleep little bovine, do not stray, and I will fork you in some hay...." The "Calfa" is right this way. Enjoy some warm milk there, The mootender is a friend of mine. At least your not a chicken. You'll be safe there while resting your udders, learning how to prepare different types of butters. the meadows at midnight. They dance to the tune of "Don't Fence Me In" and are back for breakfast at dawn. Be my dear "cow"tess And moo in my ear, Then I'll tell some tales/tails About your bull for next year. Your bells fill my ears I'll enjoy a cold beer With a steak medium rare Come be my bovine Pasture beckons glistening Haystack invites us Shall we whisper and converse? Share my cud and rest Cows tails are risin' Must they leave us to mutter Out here in the clutter Home is where the barn is. But there's no beef over there Take some prozac and watch reruns of Boo-Boo and Yogi Bear of my hero, Ogden Nash: The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is the moo and the other the milk... Ancient calves breathing, blowing secrets visible only as mists through a chill repeat, recycle, rinse soften spin the downy stroke. Coo. Coo. Cud you come this way? A placid exterior belies what fly-twitching ears hear, Drumming hooves, herds in headlong flight on ancient plains. Do not listen resting bull-child, chew your cud, Forget stampede, think instead about nubile heifers. I’m an Alien cow leader in the Milky Way Be calm little cow, your day is near Bush messed up... It's the cow’s turn, no need for fear. Rest here in the cool shade; Your complexion is looking wan. There's no reason to be afraid of The Great Caesar Moo-lan! The other cows know where they are. They are on the west side of the ranch- dancing to Johnny Rivers Slow Dancing song. Making cow eyes at each other and grazing on the green grass. Bonnie and Clyde return to the barn. Normal cows by day, lovers by the light of the moon. Calm yourself down Your hay is all ready You can't moo and frown! Ribs, shanks, pot roast, steak Milk, cream, ice cream, butter This carnivore loves you! Black and White Supplier of Milk or Provider of Meat? You decide... My ears detect that beautiful sound MOO MOO MOO The air is sweet yet vile I think I smell that cow manure pile EWWW EWWW EWW Just graze there and moo Seasons will change the snows to the green Be safe on your hillside clouds part blue scene Show affending cows a picture of a horse with a bottle of Elmers Glue attached his hoof. Construct a timber wolf puppy raising farm on the property adjacent to the grazing pasture. Have the song theme from Rawhide played on high volume continuously while the Marlboro man cracks a whip during their lunch. I believe if these methods are correctively and methodically employed in accordance with and/or following those medially certified and offer expert advice, you will observe results..although individual results per cow will vary. I then smoothed your bull-ish brow, Happy to cud-dle. Soft, brown eyes in winter's cold. Oh, broken fence. Escape's not bold. "Might get shot!" It is foretold. From pasture to pasture an aging bull travels a beaten path Searching for the luster of greener and more desirable fields A wise cow knows the grass always looks so much greener And decides to take the rocky trip all the way around the fence A bull in the green lush field finds he must fiend for himself While the smart cow enjoys bags of feed and endless rolls of hay frowns your bovine brow? A purple cow, you're not, so smile. Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora Hush, cow, don't you cry Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo... Sun warming, Cud chewing, Lazy cows. quiets my longing palet, A friend is what I need, Different speices can stop us Shall it? Love, Hooves The End! © Copyright 2006 Hooves of Fire!, HawaiianPeach, HOOVES, Octobers Lie, Dale Arthur, andrew, Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen, Princess Megan Bella Rose, a sunflower in Texas, PixiedustGirl, Laart1-Season of the Heart, Chuckster, MOO for President, Sarah, C.L. Hanna ~ *Writer For Hire*, Essie, Maryann, Evelyn - Writing on Fire, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |