Hooves of Fire's Poetry Journal

My Bad Horn Day

My Bad Horn Day


It's not all glamour for me and the herd,
You might think that's so, but I'll give you the word!

One day at the trough, we were just chowing down,
When snap went the shutter, promptly catching our frowns!



"Say Cheese!" screamed my human, as she clicked that darned thing,
Revenge for that picture! I'd do anything!

I waited, so patient, just biding my time;
My way to revenge, so sweet, so sublime!

Her hair was bleached blonde, that summer of fun;
Time for graduation arrived, a break from the sun;

All dressed up was she in her cap and her gown,
Her moment had come to play the big clown!

So I mooed, and I snorted, and kicked up a fuss!
She was ready to kill me - her hair in a muss!

"Just say cheese!" I mooed, as she screamed in my face;
And I took the picture of her, that holds a sacred place!

Right there in my photos of her looking strange,
I take out those pictures, with my friends on the range;

We laugh and remember that day way back when,
She interrupted our dinner, disrupted our pen;

But all is forgiven and she knows even now,
Nevermore to disturb a bull at his chow!




(P.S. My human's daddy helped me take a very bad picture of her that used to be linked here until she removed it!)