I've written this poem for the eighth day of Christmas: Eight Maids A-Milking. Each day poses a unique challenge, and I've noticed some are a bit random. Milking Maids as a gift? Well, here's my poem : )
Milking maids
In eights
Run against
The udder
Milk as smooth
As silk
Drifting down
The bucket
Churning butter
Sweating brow
Hard day’s work
In eights
Run against
The udder
Milk as smooth
As silk
Drifting down
The bucket
Churning butter
Sweating brow
Hard day’s work
6 comments:
Nice imagery!
A festive poem by a gifted author. Well Done.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Very nice!
Hi, this was a cute and clever piece! Sorry, I'm a bit behind (we've been battling the flu or food poisoning)? Anyway- have a good evening:)
Hey WG,
What a wonderful visual I can see the cow!!:p
Thanks alot,
Lovely, i really enjoyed this one as ususl,
A "hard day's work" made me smile:}
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