Ode to a Skating Cow

A moo-cow on skates is not a common thing,

But think of all the joy that this cow can bring.

She moistens our nesquick, wheetos, and such,

But doesn’t really get the credit that much.

This poor, lost moo-cow, with wheels on her feet,

And nothing to show but speed down the street.

How depressed she must get, without any friends,

That explains why she looks like she’s off round the bend.

She wants to escape and visit us all,

Removing our limbs one by one, till we fall,

Then munch on our willies, our nipples and ears,

Till she’s let out the anger held over the years.

She’ll wander the earth and search through all time,

For any who’ll laugh at a skating bovine.