The Proud Old Bull
There was once a proud, grumpy old bull
Who kept on groaning, moaning and mulling
He only sat on the long green grass
And let no-one, not no-one go by past
Then along came a wise waddling goose
It squawked, ‘quick let me go loose’
There’s an armed hunter on my trail
He’ll chop of the bull’s shiny tail
The bull turned around, fled and ran
He got so hot, he stole a pink fan
For, previously, he had sat on the grass
And let no-one, not no-one go by past
The wise waddling goose was loose
It went to see the ancient blind moose
To whom he told a trick quite cruel
To make the bull look like a fat fool
The animals said, ‘hope he’s not too fat’
‘when Proud Old Bull comes home and back’
The woods and forests laughed out loud
At how the bull had been so very proud
The bull was indeed quite tubby and fat
He had to stop near a dozen cowpats
Once when he stopped, he heard a loud pop
He looked about wildly, thought he would drop
Oh, my beautiful and so-smooth hide
Please, stay silky and don’t go and die
My sharp and bright white horns
Please, don’t be shredded and torn!
He cried out loudly in the utmost fear
My strong hoofs can’t break or tear
But he found he was alive and kicking
But to the tree, something was sticking
In a net, he was jerked up to the sky
And was hanging over a branch so high
He heard the goose bellowing with laughter
At the gooses very unlucky bull by-passer
The bull pleaded, ‘please don’t skin my hide’
‘It just can’t be dead and stone dried!’
‘I’m too beautiful and young to have died’
‘Surely, he was full to the brim of pride’
But look! He promised to the goose
To let all animals, go past him loose
And to be quite a lot- well, loads less vain
So, he was never never again a pain!
wow sumayyah that is such a well thought out poem and it definitely made me laugh. you are such a good poet hope i can be like you one day
I love it , the bull is such a fool
ha ha