Heavy I sit

or sadly I sat 

for still I stayed

if not flit a gnat

Wind breathed

that inspired goad

bit a cow musing

who a cart towed

Full of mind pondering

heavy the wagon sat

but maddened milker stricken

wheels churned, mud begat

now notion in motion

did vivid verses travail

for that bully charged

leading a wit frail

distracted, the cart drawn

stanzas did forth go

even in lunacy’s yawn

a poem livid did glow

Heifer heaved, heaviness hidden

for here wry runes and rime run

wills witted write unbidden

thus punctually a poesy is spun


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