Hey Diddle Denier
Farmer Brown needed that cow
to jump over the moon. The turnips
had sat too long, sour in the soil. Yokels
would pay real money for a story
to tell their children. They would slick
back their hair for a picture
with Bessie, the famous Cowsmanaut.
Sometimes, she even grips that flag
between her teeth and it flutters
in the breeze--like it did in her more famous
photo in space. A'int no breeze there.
That cow never jumped over
a fence, much less the moon.
Farmer Brown needed that cow
to jump over the moon. The turnips
had sat too long, sour in the soil. Yokels
would pay real money for a story
to tell their children. They would slick
back their hair for a picture
with Bessie, the famous Cowsmanaut.
Sometimes, she even grips that flag
between her teeth and it flutters
in the breeze--like it did in her more famous
photo in space. A'int no breeze there.
That cow never jumped over
a fence, much less the moon.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson