Boris the
bull looked on in confusion
And turned a
crimson shade
When the
short-sighted milkmaid held his protrusion
And caused
it to stand on parade
It caused Camilla
the cow to kick up a fuss
“You stupid
bitch!” she cried. “He’s not one of us!”
The maid
stepped back and let out a rude exclamation
Leaving poor
Boris to cry out in frustration
Exasperated
at the sudden spurn
Just before
he reached the point of no return
The cows
stamped their hooves and chortled with glee
When the milkmaid
stumbled as she started to flee
But Boris
wasn’t laughing and looked on mortified
The
humiliation of rejection was a dent in his pride
“Oh Boris,”
cried Camilla. “You mustn’t gripe. You’d be fool to think that you are her
type.”
“Camilla,
you are cruel and deserving of scorn. It was the one and only time I’ve been
gripped by the horn.”
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