The bull 

the bull is in the field with an array of cows 

Bitches of all description with white backs 

Some with brown spots and big ears

They all have wide eyes and long tongues 

Too many choices for a bull with a mind for love

Or lust or something pure beyond the grass

She smiles then moos a long deep moo 

I swear she winks but it could be a tick

She advances with a shimmer of her teets 

He gulps then runs 

Through a hedge and over the wall 

The farmer stands his head in his hands

Reminded of the one who cooks his food

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