Everyone loves cows. Without them there’d be no milk, no beef, no cowhide. Where would we get our leather? Would young hooligans have to resort to tipping horses in the middle of the night.
No, I am thoroughly convinced that without cows, the world would be in a much worse place. So today I salute you, my sure-hoofed, bovine friends.
John Beelzebub Taylor
Big fat hairy tasty bovine with huge utters we squeeze for milk which wasn’t good to drink until Louis Pasture came along. Cows lay in the pastures when it’s going to rain. When it’s nice they stand and chew grass all day. The grass can be broken down because the cow has four stomachs! Some people like to knock cows over. Some say its for amusement i think its because they’re jealous of their four stomachs.
Daniel Pie
oh man, i just ordered from jasmine teahouse. i plan on eating my faux-meat kung pao chicken like a cow. although according to the school of shamanism, this sacred months is a time to refocus on our health — guess i don’t follow directions well.
mennlay
mad cow’s disease, the song la vaca rebecca, plush cow at my job with sunglasses on and a pink bow? cool gator sunglasses. moo, dead cows on the plate. holy to india, peta
MDR
Cows make me think of Gateway boxes… the old ones. There’s an old computer in my attic, in a cow box. Those boxes always remind me of my aunt because when I was little we didin’t have a computer and she always did…
Nick Lyons
the purple cow chewed the green grass
it sat on the brown log
it ate the purple sky
cannibal
it attacked the writer of the poem
how dare I accuse the cow of a crime
the cow hates me now.
DSM
One day I saw a cow when I was driving to Pennsylvania. I always wondered how it was to raise beast that weigh over 1 ton. Like, is their milk good fresh, and is tipping them as fun as it sounds?
brian
The cow sat quietly in the pasture, thinking about his day. It had been a long day, full of intrigue and adventure. There was the moment, for example, when he had managed to stop a foreign conspiracy from robbing that bank. And the time when he was called upon by the Secretary of Treasury to fix the economy. And the time he was asked to sit and watch the trees. That was his favorite.
jenn
Cows are cool.They are black and white.A baby cow is called a calf.If a baby cow has a bowel movemant in the wonb it will come out yellow.
kiana
goes moo milk and jumping the moon dunno what else 4 tummys….and eats grass cant be much fun really
david
The cow grazed on the grass.
She chomped and chewed, the cud.
Then chewed the cud, over and over.
Eating the grass the cow gave milk.
Toby1027
He was a monster of a man. Some feet tall and double that across. Just… just a beast. It was amazing he was even still alive. His skin was drawn and taunt across his stomach and strange spheres gyrated underneath rippling under his skin like some sort of parasite. Making the people draw away from him as it walked down the street his flesh wiggling and jiggling with each step.
Xazz
With black spots on it’s white leathery exterior, one might think it may have just stained it’s best coat.
Madeleine
it’s black and white, or it can be brown. it’s a wonderful animal, and it gives us milk. they are so peaceful when they graze in fields. I love going on car rides and seeing them in the fields. They are adorable when they are babies, and such gentle animals. It’s also too bad that they are so tasty too.
Alisa
In a field with its spots, it is a provider for its family, it is a provider for my family, don’t inject hormones, she doesn’t need that.
Jack Trabucchi
the cow lived in the barn. it had a happy life but it didn’t know quite what the goal of its life was. it drank and milked and ate, but it wasn’t enough for the cow. finally one day he saw a pretty rabbit who he decided to marry. from then on the co lived happily ever after. the end.
nicole
it was a good cow. i shouldn’t say it. Fawnie was more than a non-descript pronoun. she was the light of my life. every morning we would share the intimate dance of milking. she bellowing in her deep silk voice, while i lovingly milked. we danced the dance of the teat. it was art. and she was a good cow.
nick
The cow went moo in the field as it chewed the grass. I found it kind of odd that it was just eating….and eating…and eating….But then, it fell over! Just like that! And I didn’t even touch it! It was so silly. Maybe the wind got to it? Poor cow. Poor silly cow that was eating grass.
Xia
The cow was so fat and she looked even fatter is the big hat. Poor big girl.
cjfran
see-oh-double-u black and white
chris
see-oh-double-u black and white
chris
i used to go to sussex with my friend emily. we arent friends anymore, she had cows there. there were many cows with tons of little black spots. some spots were bigger i’m sure, but i preferred the smaller ones. cows are strange animals. they make annoying noises but their peacefulness is somehow beautiful. It’s like they are living in a seperate world. how nice that would be. life would be much simpler as a cow.
Emma
I live near them, they are cute but stupid. Insulting to be called one. Theres a kida movie with a bull in it, but he has utters. It makes me absolutely insane, because its teaching kida the wrong things. And its badly animated, so boo. Moooooo. Chomp chomp. Lower teeth. I like their spots.
Amanda
cow heard herd her wow there is no power in a sleepy hand a sleepy face a body ready to curl up into coffee bed sleep rug she is dreary but the smell is alluring and I’ll pull you close old man kiss you by the door until we both dont want to be talking we want to be inside eachother eating hearts out and the man with his life in a rubbish bin, all bent over, is sitting outside. he picks up something for him.
herman the unhappy moth
cows are quite weird. they-re passive and they provide us with milk. great. how unimaginative. cows are my friend-s amanda favorite animal. yeah..I guess she like how they are black and white and can have some pretty cool spots? like a dalmatian. hmm..yeah…great. noooo timee to write. Oh the noes
Andrea M.
Ther once was acow sitting on a hill and over that hill was tree with apples and past a fallen apple was a cool mountian creek and down that creek led to a river and that river flowed to the ocean.
Shoughn
well it is really a half of “neword” that is the most intresting. i mean, why cut the two words in half unless you wanted to make it more difficult to read…oh i guess i am writng about the word cow…not the “one word” previously
christin
I sat there, just watching it eat. Eat, eat, eat. Nothing could tame its ravenous hunger. Is this how vegetarians feel? Eating their carbs, their fruits, their grains. For what? The sad, depressing void of satisfaction? The knowledge that they will always be hungry? The pride in knowing they were able to save one animal, that was going to be eaten by any other restaurant chain junkie looking for a late night fix anyway.
Joshua
mooing on a field and i want to eat a whopper with cheese. both gifts from the stupid animal that some people think is a god. I am not sure why god would be food but hey who am i to judge.
Richard
Here it goes:
the cow… what does it remind me of? the memories, fifth grade, the laughter, the times. it makes me happy. i love how a simple moo can fix everything in life. fill it with laughter. bless the cow.
Alexandra
cash cow, sacred cow, cowtowing, twisted cow paths, ducking out of the shitstorm, crowing to deaf ears, just horsing around, really.
we’re all animals here.
heatherflea
mooooo. cows and spots and her butter dishes. her card deck with which we played tons of drinking games last year. i miss what we had…but we’re getting older and i can’t take her bull shit anymore. once she said she wanted to be a therapist. the girl needs a therapist.
dee
chewing cud day in and out
this is how to live
we don’t worry much about the past
or the consequences of our actions
we are fated to die
we live to eat
we die to feed
there are nations and cultures
that are made of us.
geoff
my next door neighbor growing up loved cows. had cow stuff all over her room. i never understood the fascination. i guess cows are cute, but cute enough to plaster your bedroom with them? i still moo at cows when i drive past them. it never gets old.
Sarah
When I was younger, I lived in a blue house up a hill on the outside of Middlesboro, Ky. There were cows across the road, and I think behind the house. I cared about the cows across the road. Mother would occasionaly let me feed them veggies from our fridge. I would climb the fence and hang out with them for I think a few hours.
Amber Lee
The cow exploded in a violent burst of exploding ‘splosions. Millions died, the cow was mad. It was mad cow. The horror! All wondered who would live, but then they died. Millions. Yeah, as I said.
Bill Solecki
moo said the farmer as he tried to coax the cow into the barn… she was sick of this treatment though and she found that his hands were always far to cold to be so progressive.
Dante
tje bovine stares into space, nothing fazing it, nothing moving it.
It’s on it’s own accord. Ksst. Ksst. ksst. The milk sprays into the pail. so nasty.
Greendaysfinest
The cow kicked the milk bucket over and the farmer shot her. The cow was the farmer’s wife’s favorite cow and she shot the farmer. The son loved his father and so he shot the mother.
mooo says the cowwwww she gives me meat.
Everyone loves cows. Without them there’d be no milk, no beef, no cowhide. Where would we get our leather? Would young hooligans have to resort to tipping horses in the middle of the night.
No, I am thoroughly convinced that without cows, the world would be in a much worse place. So today I salute you, my sure-hoofed, bovine friends.
Big fat hairy tasty bovine with huge utters we squeeze for milk which wasn’t good to drink until Louis Pasture came along. Cows lay in the pastures when it’s going to rain. When it’s nice they stand and chew grass all day. The grass can be broken down because the cow has four stomachs! Some people like to knock cows over. Some say its for amusement i think its because they’re jealous of their four stomachs.
oh man, i just ordered from jasmine teahouse. i plan on eating my faux-meat kung pao chicken like a cow. although according to the school of shamanism, this sacred months is a time to refocus on our health — guess i don’t follow directions well.
mad cow’s disease, the song la vaca rebecca, plush cow at my job with sunglasses on and a pink bow? cool gator sunglasses. moo, dead cows on the plate. holy to india, peta
Cows make me think of Gateway boxes… the old ones. There’s an old computer in my attic, in a cow box. Those boxes always remind me of my aunt because when I was little we didin’t have a computer and she always did…
the purple cow chewed the green grass
it sat on the brown log
it ate the purple sky
cannibal
it attacked the writer of the poem
how dare I accuse the cow of a crime
the cow hates me now.
One day I saw a cow when I was driving to Pennsylvania. I always wondered how it was to raise beast that weigh over 1 ton. Like, is their milk good fresh, and is tipping them as fun as it sounds?
The cow sat quietly in the pasture, thinking about his day. It had been a long day, full of intrigue and adventure. There was the moment, for example, when he had managed to stop a foreign conspiracy from robbing that bank. And the time when he was called upon by the Secretary of Treasury to fix the economy. And the time he was asked to sit and watch the trees. That was his favorite.
Cows are cool.They are black and white.A baby cow is called a calf.If a baby cow has a bowel movemant in the wonb it will come out yellow.
goes moo milk and jumping the moon dunno what else 4 tummys….and eats grass cant be much fun really
The cow grazed on the grass.
She chomped and chewed, the cud.
Then chewed the cud, over and over.
Eating the grass the cow gave milk.
He was a monster of a man. Some feet tall and double that across. Just… just a beast. It was amazing he was even still alive. His skin was drawn and taunt across his stomach and strange spheres gyrated underneath rippling under his skin like some sort of parasite. Making the people draw away from him as it walked down the street his flesh wiggling and jiggling with each step.
With black spots on it’s white leathery exterior, one might think it may have just stained it’s best coat.
it’s black and white, or it can be brown. it’s a wonderful animal, and it gives us milk. they are so peaceful when they graze in fields. I love going on car rides and seeing them in the fields. They are adorable when they are babies, and such gentle animals. It’s also too bad that they are so tasty too.
In a field with its spots, it is a provider for its family, it is a provider for my family, don’t inject hormones, she doesn’t need that.
the cow lived in the barn. it had a happy life but it didn’t know quite what the goal of its life was. it drank and milked and ate, but it wasn’t enough for the cow. finally one day he saw a pretty rabbit who he decided to marry. from then on the co lived happily ever after. the end.
it was a good cow. i shouldn’t say it. Fawnie was more than a non-descript pronoun. she was the light of my life. every morning we would share the intimate dance of milking. she bellowing in her deep silk voice, while i lovingly milked. we danced the dance of the teat. it was art. and she was a good cow.
The cow went moo in the field as it chewed the grass. I found it kind of odd that it was just eating….and eating…and eating….But then, it fell over! Just like that! And I didn’t even touch it! It was so silly. Maybe the wind got to it? Poor cow. Poor silly cow that was eating grass.
The cow was so fat and she looked even fatter is the big hat. Poor big girl.
see-oh-double-u black and white
see-oh-double-u black and white
i used to go to sussex with my friend emily. we arent friends anymore, she had cows there. there were many cows with tons of little black spots. some spots were bigger i’m sure, but i preferred the smaller ones. cows are strange animals. they make annoying noises but their peacefulness is somehow beautiful. It’s like they are living in a seperate world. how nice that would be. life would be much simpler as a cow.
I live near them, they are cute but stupid. Insulting to be called one. Theres a kida movie with a bull in it, but he has utters. It makes me absolutely insane, because its teaching kida the wrong things. And its badly animated, so boo. Moooooo. Chomp chomp. Lower teeth. I like their spots.
cow heard herd her wow there is no power in a sleepy hand a sleepy face a body ready to curl up into coffee bed sleep rug she is dreary but the smell is alluring and I’ll pull you close old man kiss you by the door until we both dont want to be talking we want to be inside eachother eating hearts out and the man with his life in a rubbish bin, all bent over, is sitting outside. he picks up something for him.
cows are quite weird. they-re passive and they provide us with milk. great. how unimaginative. cows are my friend-s amanda favorite animal. yeah..I guess she like how they are black and white and can have some pretty cool spots? like a dalmatian. hmm..yeah…great. noooo timee to write. Oh the noes
Ther once was acow sitting on a hill and over that hill was tree with apples and past a fallen apple was a cool mountian creek and down that creek led to a river and that river flowed to the ocean.
well it is really a half of “neword” that is the most intresting. i mean, why cut the two words in half unless you wanted to make it more difficult to read…oh i guess i am writng about the word cow…not the “one word” previously
I sat there, just watching it eat. Eat, eat, eat. Nothing could tame its ravenous hunger. Is this how vegetarians feel? Eating their carbs, their fruits, their grains. For what? The sad, depressing void of satisfaction? The knowledge that they will always be hungry? The pride in knowing they were able to save one animal, that was going to be eaten by any other restaurant chain junkie looking for a late night fix anyway.
mooing on a field and i want to eat a whopper with cheese. both gifts from the stupid animal that some people think is a god. I am not sure why god would be food but hey who am i to judge.
Here it goes:
the cow… what does it remind me of? the memories, fifth grade, the laughter, the times. it makes me happy. i love how a simple moo can fix everything in life. fill it with laughter. bless the cow.
cash cow, sacred cow, cowtowing, twisted cow paths, ducking out of the shitstorm, crowing to deaf ears, just horsing around, really.
we’re all animals here.
mooooo. cows and spots and her butter dishes. her card deck with which we played tons of drinking games last year. i miss what we had…but we’re getting older and i can’t take her bull shit anymore. once she said she wanted to be a therapist. the girl needs a therapist.
chewing cud day in and out
this is how to live
we don’t worry much about the past
or the consequences of our actions
we are fated to die
we live to eat
we die to feed
there are nations and cultures
that are made of us.
my next door neighbor growing up loved cows. had cow stuff all over her room. i never understood the fascination. i guess cows are cute, but cute enough to plaster your bedroom with them? i still moo at cows when i drive past them. it never gets old.
When I was younger, I lived in a blue house up a hill on the outside of Middlesboro, Ky. There were cows across the road, and I think behind the house. I cared about the cows across the road. Mother would occasionaly let me feed them veggies from our fridge. I would climb the fence and hang out with them for I think a few hours.
The cow exploded in a violent burst of exploding ‘splosions. Millions died, the cow was mad. It was mad cow. The horror! All wondered who would live, but then they died. Millions. Yeah, as I said.
moo said the farmer as he tried to coax the cow into the barn… she was sick of this treatment though and she found that his hands were always far to cold to be so progressive.
tje bovine stares into space, nothing fazing it, nothing moving it.
It’s on it’s own accord. Ksst. Ksst. ksst. The milk sprays into the pail. so nasty.
The cow kicked the milk bucket over and the farmer shot her. The cow was the farmer’s wife’s favorite cow and she shot the farmer. The son loved his father and so he shot the mother.