A Lonely Cave Cowlasaurus. Poem by Michael Gale

My cowlasaurus just ain't givin' up the ole'milk-juice these days...
She's fatter n' usual. I milk and i milk er' till she's dry.This thirsty slump makes me cry.
My name's Kevin Caveman.
From thirst i wish not to die.
I'll get into my catch mobile...You see that's my time machine you see.
I'll hit the ignite sequence button...Back in future's time, i'll go to find,
that cure for my cowlasaurus's milkless bind.Once i find a doctor of ailurasaurusses disease...She'll be cured, and of this news, to me it will please.You see i hav'ta cure my pet you see.This pet of mine looks like a cow and a dinasaur rolled up into one.It's black and white and twenty five feet high...I milk her for a boost in life.She don't look as good as my wife named Bessie.she gives more milk than does old
Bessie...Bessie gives out an amount that is even much lessy.At least
her amount will not be too messy.I'm now in the year 1983. I see the
doctor that's just right for me.I grab him with my club's gentle tap...He'll
provide the clue to the cure's own found map.Back to my time, to a
cure...Of this fact i am pretty well sure.That doctor told me my pet was pregnant with child...After the birth, there would be less of the roundly girth.The juices would finally gush forward with such a powerful force...
In a weighted poundage that weighs more than a horse.Now it's back to 1983...Where i'll set my higher educated prisoner, totally free.
I'm now back to where i belong in time...Now all is well, a thirsted thirst finally quenched.Happily all of us are peacefully blessed from the time machine's retirement, and all our adventures are rested and benched.