Rubylocks and the Four BovinesA Poem by Rita L. SevA very twisted tale
Once upon a time, it's said,
despite 'No Trespass' signs, a little girl named Rubylocks met up with four bovines. Rubylocks entered the great big barn, perhaps just passing through, and as she looked around, she thought, "I wouldn't mind a chew." Finding only bales of hay, four, to be precise, she tasted each to see which one had the perfect spice. "These bales of hay are bland to me," she said, "They're just no fun." Still, being very hungry, She ate up the smallest one. "And now to quench my thirst," she said, eyeing up a pail. "I'll have to find the bovines who were meant to eat these bales." Suddenly she heard behind a lowing and a mooing. Rubylocks looked, and at the door Four cows called, "What are you dooing?" "Great! Just in time!" the ginger thought as she grabbed the pail of tin, and in a mock-friend tone she said, "Hey! Where have you been?" Now bovines are not stupid, and they gave the rude girl shudders when one cow said quite plainly, "Keep your cold hands off our udders!" The bovines then, they cornered her behind those big barn doors; they kept her there, and let her out only for farm chores. They fed her only cottage cheese made for a big conglomerate, and this was punishment for all of them, for Ruby was lactose intolerant. ;p
© 2013 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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