Cow Pie
I stepped upon a cow pie
and smashed that sucker flat.
I wish my cows would bury them
like a kitty cat.
I could walk through the pasture
without ever looking down.
I would never slip and slide
on those mounds of brown.
If I ware my shoes inside,
my wife just has a fit.
She wrinkles her nose and says,
"Something smells like S##T!"
I don't blame cows for cow pies.
I know they mean no harm.
For this is just a fact of life,
when living on a farm.
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