It was a particularly warm farmstead morning

Where one would gaze at the land and paise

When the family had decided to have their hearty breakfast

In the beautiful outdoors

It was quite a special occasion,

For my aunt from the city paid us a visit

Accompanied by a youngin, known as my cousin

Full of charisma and spirit

On this particular morning,

He begged me to show him how

He had always wanted to know

How to milk a cow

I sat on my milking stool

Showing him how to do so

Satisfied, I left him with his own bucket,

And told him, “to you, this task I bestow”

When he was done, he came with the bucket

Bobbing up with excitement, his head

Mother poured it into father’s tea

To be had with the bountiful spread

Father took one sip of his morning brew

His face changed, something was unfamiliar

He took another sip, before pointing out

“The milk today tastes peculiar”

I looked at my fair city cousin

To whom, the honour of milking, I had bestowed

He nodded as I asked him,

“Did you milk it the way I had showed?”

“You said in order to milk it,

It’s udders I must pull

You said I should milk it

Until the bucket is full”

He pointed out in the field,

To a black and muscular figure

With four muscular legs between them,

Something much longer than an udder

Father turned pale and began to wretch

His face, like that of an angry ghoul

He ran to rinse his mouth with water

Embarassed and feeling a fool

Hilarious hysteria took over the family

Laughing and wheezing, sounding like a mule

As for my cousin, he stared blankly

Wondering why he was the subject of ridicule

And so this funny tale is told to generations

During family reunions, most memorable

Where we all reminisce

on that fateful day

The day my city cousin, milked a bull