Here’s the one Heather...

[croc]

Here’s the one Heather...

A hundred head of bony bovine stock appeared today,
I saw them when I turned in through the gate;
the rains had poured, the grass was green and they had loads of hay,
...it must be they have massive thirsts to sate.

Now dehydration’s wicked ways will force a bony frame,
but why... because the rains had just gone through;
it wasn’t easy, standing there, just where to place the blame
when none out of a hundred’s fit for stew.

They didn’t eat, they didn’t drink, they stood with heads hung low
they coughed a bit and breathed each others dust;
and every beast just looked like death, and in flew one fat crow
but not one died... much to the crows disgust.

So as a country bloke I thought ‘what else could cause this grief’,
then all at once the searching mind explodes;
the answer’s in a drenching and the cure’s rather brief
... the bloody lot are full of nematodes.
Copyright ...croc

[Maureen K Clifford]

[Neville Briggs]

I like that Croc. Some very good lines. The first two lines are especially good with a strong beat that sort of grips the attention of the reader.
The first line is a bit alliterated and contrasts with the second line which sounds to me very plain and no frills. I think that gives a very good poetic effect.

And there are other good lines.

I think the length of the poem is suitable for the theme, we get the picture without any waffle. Good on ya.

[Glenny Palmer]

.........croc HATES 'waffle'......

(He calls mine *@!! 'embroidery'.)

[Heather]

I can see them now croc. I once had a cow like that - skin and bone - thought she was on her last legs. A good drenching and she picked up and lived many more years.

[croc]

G'day Heather...
Yeah... that's probably what's wrong with me.
...c

[David J Delaney]

G'day Heather...
Yeah... that's probably what's wrong with me.
...c

Mmmm!!...searching, searching..now where did I put that probe...

[Heather]

Dave what sort of a farm are you running? He only needs a drench!