I saw cows surf on the River today.
I laughed as they tried to get onto first wave.
The sport seemed an ill fit for them to crave,
Sometimes I wondered if they'd have to be saved.
It was quite entertaining watching them stand,
For they only had hooves for feet & hands.
How they held a paddle--I don't understand!
It seemed quite the show to the people on land.
Here & there, the River would throw them a bone,
And give them a surf they could think of at home.
But alas, before they could ride on her foam,
They'd trip over their hooves & fall with a moan!
But as I looked closer, I suddenly saw
That the heifers were humans dressed for the fall.
An abundance of layers was their one flaw,
And soon they dialed in & answered the call.
They surfed the wave like they were fit to her mold.
The moves they were trying seemed pretty bold.
One said they planned to surf well past they're old--
At least I think. Their speech was slurred from the cold.
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