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.

Maybe you were looking for some cows

whose acquaintance you might like to make.

 

The great ring in your nose

by which your mighty strength

might be controlled,

was now a bold piece of jewellery

setting off your beautiful face.

 

There were auction sign in the fields.

Perhaps you feared homelessness

and you were searching for a new place.

 

Perhaps you were feeling

a little overweight

and wanted to shed a few

pounds before Christmas.

 

Maybe you thought of

doing a little shopping

in the village.

The butchers has gone down hill

since the supermarket,

so don't go there.