I saw you

wandering along a country road,

looking content and serene.

With your magnificent,

permed white hair and

more magnificent balls.

You were a vision of

relaxed power.

You peered into each farm gate

as you passed.

Were looking for cows

whose acquaintance you might like to make?

The great ring in your nose

by which your mighty strength

had been controlled,

was now a bold piece of jewellery

setting off the beauty

of your face.

There were auction signs in the fields.

Perhaps you feared homelessness

and you were searching for a new place.

Maybe you were feeling

a little overweight

and wanted to shed a few

pounds before Christmas.

If you thought of

doing a little shopping

in the village,

the butchers has gone down hill

since the supermarket came.

Don't go there.