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I gave my friend Lissa a little pocket cow

she used to carry it around with her all the time

but I'm not so sure if she does so now

perhaps it died or simply just moo-ed away

It's made of wood

It couldn't have died

not tomorrow

last month

or even yesterday

maybe she drank so of its wooden milk

and it left a splinter in her throat

so she had to put it out to a little-shavings' pasture

a place far, far away and quite remote

she hasn't lately made comment on her 'sweet' little

pocket cow any more

because now I believe its a little goat

when I say this please don't think I've gone

completely around the bend

or am truly one cracked nut

but listen to me when I say this

if I were Lissa around that metamorphosis goat

I'd watch my butt

for goats not only love to buck but like pigs they've

also been known to rut

so if you're smart

you will keep him in the bathroom at night

with the door firmly shut.............

(written Jan 15,1992 pm)