silly moo

[toby]

© 2003

Silly Moo________________________________________

Even as a child from when he started school day one

This four year old was taunted with a constant picking on

While not as bright as most kid’s all his problems came from birth

And the village he was born in never tried to see his worth

His brain was slightly damaged witch then caused his mind to slow                    

And everyone around him called him names and had a go

He knew he wasn’t stupid it was just his thoughts came late

At last the only thoughts he had were thoughts of changing fate

He started work with cattle at the age of seventeen

Where the village had an abattoir for its idiot to clean                      

They gave him all the rotten jobs and still rattled his cage

And all the while in nasty style their taunts were feeding rage

Each summer in the gardens where they held   their yearly fete

The abattoir supplied the meat which most the village ate

He saw his chance to make amends and even up the score

And slipped inside a mad cow brain to pie meat they adore

By now the clock was ticking and revenge came soon that year

The first case they reported came like music to his ear

Infection started slowly then danced quickly to a dash

And left behind the widowed kind and none were short of cash.

Now not a man left standing,, they sought a helping hand

And offered jobs like chopping logs while tending to the land

His muscles now like beach balls with a back bone hard to find

he took the work beneath his smirk with the bonus paid in kind

His first child followed winter, the second followed spring

Before to long the village song was roses ring a ring

He lived his life now peaceful, and he aged without much strain

And when he died his grave inscribed, don’t scoff a silly moo’s brain.

[nigel lawry]

hey toby

nice job gently done

nigel

[toby]

cheers mate just learning my way around forums and stuff