See One than Be One

[butterflydreaming]

I am a purple cow upon a hill.
I stand amid the grass feeling lazy,
Happy to be a beast getting my fill
Grazing on a white and yellow daisy.

Here, I appear to live without a goal,
a mindless drift, like clouds on the blue sky,
Violet bovine, posed atop a knoll,
Content to be, while the pink days go by.

The evidence of my special breeding
Is not, as you might think, my fancy hide.
No, friend, it is the corpus that I'm feeding,
The marbled, crimson meat I am inside.

A tasty steak is what I'm meant to be.
Enjoy my tender flesh. Kill and eat me!


Apparently, I'm not the first to be inspired by the Gelett Burgess poem. But I didn't know that when omnifarious and I were discussing the reading of poetry. When he brought up the reading-in-sing-song annoyance, I used the first line of the above poem as an example. And then we talked about "upon" vs. "on". (I like this guy.) We were also talking about color.

Just before that, we'd been talking about the Douglas Adams animals that were bred to say that they wanted to be eaten. Join that with reading A Canticle for Leibowitz with its plentiful latin and Roman Catholic theology, and out comes something I wouldn't put in my writing journal. ^_^; The point of this sonnet is that it sounds *really* stupid if you read it line-by-line in cadence. The second stanza, especially, would hopefully slow you down.

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[omnifarious' openid account (from livejournal.com)]

*chuckle* I am sufficiently amused. :-)