‘twas Friday evening so I went
Round to the pub, where hours were spent
In drinking and in merriment,
Until all of my cash was spent.
I left the pub – the hour was late –
And paused beside a farmer’s gate.
I looked into the field in wonder
To see the cows hide from the thunder.
The fact they hid was not so wondrous,
Cows often do whene’er it thunders.
I cleaned my glasses on my sleeve –
These cows seemed purple, I believe!
I changed my glasses, gave up drink –
I wondered what the world would think
Of one who, on a country walk
Saw purple cows – how people talk!
An amusing piece by Peter Ainscough – on how purple cows drive you to abstinence from drink!
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