Dairy Queen
by Les Morrow
I'd like to tell a story
About a cow that I have seen,
She's a black and white Holstein,
And a regular milk machine.
But the thing that makes her differ
From the remainder of the herd?
She's just a dwarf, only three foot tall.
Now you'll have to take my word.
A friend asked, "Doc, why would ya keep
A cow like that around?"
I said, "It's simple, for her products.
They just seem to abound."
"Like what?", she said with a puzzled look.
She listened as I referred,
To "little pat-o-butter, mini blizzard,
Or cottage cheese with mini curd.
"Or the milk they serve to kids in school,
In the little half-pint cartons?
It comes from cows that look like these,
Guess they're miniature Dolly Partons.
"Or the Hickory Farms mini-cheeses,
They're real good I'll say,
Like the Dixie Cup ice cream treat
And the bite-size Milky Way."
Well, I stepped back with a cheesy grin,
I'd thought I'd had some fun
A flappin' my jaw 'bout a miniature cow,
A walkin' there in the sun.
My friend looked at me with a quizzical gaze
As she pondered my humorous quips.
"You, sir, it's plain to see
Are full of miniature bull chips."
Les Morrow is veterinarian in Clovis, New Mexico. He's published a book of his poetry, When Pigs Fly, that is available by writing: Prairie Dog Publishing Co. PO Box 1834 Clovis, NM 88102
