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They performed Bolero |
The choir of 25 cows sat on sturdy chairs in the field, Their tails tucked discreetly away, into emerald dresses with a hemline Showing their hooves but hiding their udders. Ayrshire Mary sang like the flute And said she’d never be milked again Unless for the sake of a calf. Tricia Brown Swiss voiced the clarinet Joining in the building melody. Gloria Guernsey mooed the song of a wood bassoon Rich and deep, and her vocal vibrations scared away the flies; Harriet Holstein sang oboe, you know, Like she was sang it since she was A little heifer Jennifer Jersey’s voice was the trumpet Milking Shorthorn Sally of course sounded like the deep bass drum And Rosie Red & White mooed like a snare drum For the ongoing building rhythm. The other 18 I don’t know personally- They came to sing from far afield, And the concert included all of Bolero From the first soft notes To the crescendo. Those of us in the pasture stopped chewing the cud And just listened for awhile, mooing softly; If you heard someone humming, I’m sorry; That was probably me. Written for a daily contest:
Today’s prompt was to write about 25 singing cows, as part of the Writing.com 25th anniversary celebration. |