Bessie stuck her head out

She was looking for the farmer

The one who showed up daily

He was really quite the charmer

This shiny pail, he carried

With a smile upon his face

Foot stool waiting patiently

Upon which he took his place

But this day was very different

Poor Bessie, she was bilked!

The farmer chose another cow

Now she cries over her spilt milk

 

Writing Prompt: Spilt Milk – Day 10/31

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