Sweet fields of swaying clover wait
Brown cows browse happy by the gate
For artist's brush, or writer's pen
They pose, and moo, and pose again.
Our nearest farm grows common rape
'Keep Out - or Else' warns the gate
Where I slouch about in weed and briar
Awaiting subject to inspire.
Put off by bull with scowling face
Who seems to hate the human race
For stealing sperm, then sloping off
(No wonder he's confused - brassed off).
With onset of an April shower
Abandon verse on gawdy flower
To hurry home, in pouring rain
With dripping dress - and soggy brain.
If Wordsworth was alive today
I sometimes wonder what he'd say
Now lonely clouds spew acid rain
And poor old cows drop down in pain. Betty Lightfoot
Wentworth Road, Swinton?
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