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She stretched her legs in the green grass
surrounded by fresh bovine gas
you know, they always chew their cud
and wander through the grass and mud.
She slept, due to the Beaujolais
had been too tipsy then to play.
But when she opened both her eyes
(she'd dreamed about those handsome guys) ,
a cow was standing very close
and, udderly, the thought arose
that...well, you know what girls do think
she sat up straight, forgot to blink
and shouted, though it did not rhyme:
'Please gentlemen, one at a time.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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