Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Percy Cowherd




Who is astir in the early morning?
Who lies abed?
Who wastes the milk when it sours?
Who makes cheese?
Who nosed around my barns
and almost broke me?
Who forced me into the trust,
and thereby saved me?
What made Chicago?
The kick of a cow!
All the big milk-men
up there now,
In a skyscraper, Gentlemen, see
I learned about everything
Just through milk.
and why compare it to human kindness?
Because it is watered or sours or contains
germs that fatigue you? Look at that grave-That's Roscoe Purkapile's!

GOOGLE.COM,  people around the world, mathematicians, administrators, writers, musicians, ...

8 comments: