Sweet fields of swaying clover wait

Brown cows browse happy by the gate

For artist's brush, or writer's pen

They pose, and moo, and pose again.

Our nearest farm grows common rape

'Keep Out - or Else' warns the gate

Where I slouch about in weed and briar

Awaiting subject to inspire.

Put off by bull with scowling face

Who seems to hate the human race

For stealing sperm, then sloping off

(No wonder he's confused - brassed off).

With onset of an April shower

Abandon verse on gawdy flower

To hurry home, in pouring rain

With dripping dress - and soggy brain.

If Wordsworth was alive today

I sometimes wonder what he'd say

Now lonely clouds spew acid rain

And poor old cows drop down in pain. Betty Lightfoot

Wentworth Road, Swinton?

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