Quatrain of Gone To Lunch
Me or the cow
A cow remains in the corral as
I go out for an ingratiating
parabolic
lunch.
I know we are different animals,
but I carry a far more
colossal
punch.
I give of my wit to help others
with their life's struggle
to feel ardent
joy,
The cow chews its cud; gives a
little milk as my taste palate
rides coveting the herd,
I am a cowboy.
Yorktown Disciple
Me or the cow
A cow remains in the corral as
I go out for an ingratiating
parabolic
lunch.
I know we are different animals,
but I carry a far more
colossal
punch.
I give of my wit to help others
with their life's struggle
to feel ardent
joy,
The cow chews its cud; gives a
little milk as my taste palate
rides coveting the herd,
I am a cowboy.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10605
I
give
my
wit
give
my
wit
Horse rider, calf roper, spiritually blessed
Yorktown Disciple
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