A few posts a go, I shared with you an amazing happenstance of epic proportions. I wrote my first poem, a haiku about a cow. Well, it turns out cows are the only things that poetically inspire me, because today I wrote three more.
If there’s a drink I love to drink,
it’s probably milk.
You will never find me pouring it into the sink
So delicious, creamy, and as smooth as silk.
Veal, what a cruel food you are.
A little baby cow, sliced up, cooked, and charred.
I would never eat a piece of veal
Baby cows do not make a good meal.
You come in brown,
and black spots too.
Your hair is as soft as down,
and I love the way you moo.
These poems are quatrain poems. They have four lines, and usually one pair of lines would rhyme and the other pair would rhyme.