Today after reading about the plight of the small-scale dairy farmer I witnessed a dog and was hit by inspiration so sat down with a cuppa and wrote a poem about a dog that owns a small dairy...
Would you like a cup of tea?
A small brown dog did say to me,
Yes I would, have you milk?
Gushing forth as smooth as silk?
Come with me, to my dairy,
My herd of cows, belted and hairy,
The dog whipped out a stool and bucket,
And with her mouth on udder sucked it.
She spat the milk into the vessell,
So I fetched from stove an old red kettle,
Tea bags came from a small tin pot,
Into cups went the water nice and hot.
Ambrosia squeezed from the cows papoose,
Turned hot brown water into heavenly juice,
Nothing like a cup of tea,
That small brown dog did say to me.