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