Tuesday, December 10, 2013

642 : Ode to a Cow

My thanks to Foss, Denmark, for the physical prompt.

Ode to a Cow.

Frankie is a Friesian
A special kind of cow,
Frankie is my saviour:
Let me tell you how.

Frankie is a stress cow
A foamy rubber ball
Frankie can be screwed up
And thrown against the wall.

Frankie is a Friesian
Made of squidgy stuff,
Frankie takes a lot of flack,
You can treat her rough.

Frankie is a stress cow
With stumpy little feet
Frankie lets you toss her
And is stoically discrete.

Frankie is a Friesian
Who will never irritate;
Frankie can be trusted -
A most endearing trait.

Frankie is a stress cow
Who helps me through the day
Frankie stands and listens
And she never turns away.

Frankie is a Friesian
A special kind of cow,
Frankie is as dumb as dirt
But I like her anyhow.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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60 comments:

  1. A bit aggro today are we?

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    1. I don't stress. But I am a carrier.

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    1. Ewe? Is it a stress sheep?

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    2. You look as if you would bounce off a wall pretty well too.

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    3. I forgive him. To err is human; to forgive, bovine.

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  3. Seems to be more bull than cow happening here.

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  4. fantastic! Sometimes cows as dumb as dirt have their merit. I agree with the above commenter.

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  5. Ah yes - I had a Frankie too once!

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  6. a sweet toy to have!!

    You know in Indian culture (India), we regard cow as "holy" and pure. We worship it infact and it holds a great place in our religious ritual. This poem was a bit of fun though.

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    1. No offence meant to my Hindu readers! Cows included.

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  7. I think everyone should have a stress cow like Frankie, she is very patient and cute as well!
    xoxoxo ♡

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    1. A very understanding cow, she is Dianne. Everyone should have one. Big bovine eyes looking at you, so full of care and compassion. I had a 'stress hamburger' once. Not in the same league. Nice to see you here.

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  8. I'd like to have a couple of Frankies too. :)

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    1. Pierre de ParisDecember 11, 2013

      Il est préférable d'avoir beaucoup de francs.

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  9. Mooooving post, J.C. st that your day is proceeding not too badly, now that you've got that out of your system. Frankie looks like a loveable soul; glad you've got her (so to speak).

    Peace and joy!

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    1. She is unbelievably sweet. Not all that talkative, I grant you, but everything else you want in something that you want to squeeze. Except orange juice, of course.

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  10. Daisy, the Dairy MaidDecember 11, 2013

    Milking that little stress cow, aren't you!

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  11. Polly YuirithainDecember 11, 2013

    I thought 'spongiform' was something to go with mad cow disease. Is this a spongy-form mad cow?

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  12. "Bovine spongiform encephalopathy" - interesting thought.
    Perhaps "Bovine spongy-form, homeopathy"

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    1. No, on second thoughts, 'Bovine, spongy-form, exertion therapy'. No, still not right. I will work on it.

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  13. I've got one too. She's called Flossie.

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    1. Very fluffy. Very you. Why don't you toughen up and get a Vladmilla, a Brunhilda or an Olga?

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    2. He has acquired one of those recently. She is a no nonsense straight talkin' kind of chick but nevertheless gorgeous in her own right!

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    3. SOM: You know Flossie?
      JCN: Since when is Frankie a tough name?
      Svetlana: Shhh!

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    4. I'm a poet, we like alliteration. "Flossie the Friesian" does your tongue in.

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  14. Poor Frankie...to be treated that way!

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    1. No-one ever said that the life of a cow was a good one.

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  15. If we detect any big bovine eye manipulation going on in our gals we never take them on our Valkyrie rides and strip them of their horns. Then we send them to earth where they can practise their craft on bovine fanciers.

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    1. No problem - they wear bells because their horns don't work anyway.

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    2. Don't you have horns on your helmet?

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  16. One sure way to maintain sanity. An object which can take it from one's angry self and can still smile. Good idea Cosmo!

    Hank

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    1. I don't think I ever said it maintained sanity...

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    2. Well, there is certainly no evidence to be seen to support the idea.

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    3. Perhaps a wrong terminology. I meant to say that it can help reduce stress. One can let off steam by bashing away at it and it can still maintain its smile.

      Hank

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  17. Love it! Thanks Foss!

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  18. i can tear me up some stress cows...just saying...glad they take it

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    1. I could eat a horse.

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  19. grip, heave, collect, repeat ~

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    1. Sounds like a normal Saturday night out.

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  20. I've got a star and a couple of other little things. I like that yours seems more alive, though I can tell from your poem that if it were alive once, it could be no longer.

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  21. Oh, Cos, I had to read this aloud after the first readthrough because I was laughing so hard. Poor little Frankie, sweet little Frankie. Here, Frankie, Frankie, I need to squish the living daylights out of you because, well, I had stress and you are so... malleable! Ha ha. Loved it, and thanks, this actually relieved MY stress! Amy

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    1. Aw, You're sweet. Sharp. But sweet. :-)

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  22. My father is very stressed. He wants the chickens, cows and the rest of my dowry returned.
    He does not understand English very well and he thinks you have a girlfriend called Frankie
    who you throw against the wall. I am not allowed to have any more contact with you. My brothers will pick up the livestock tonight..

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    1. Oh. I'll have to fish the bones out of the compost.

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  23. This is a fun poem, J Cosmo! Some days I think I could make great use of these rubber cows!

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