Archive for October, 2017


How now, Brown cow…?

[Brown cow’ is an 18th century description for a barrel of beer. The saying probably originated as a way of calling for another round of drinks.

An early example can be found in Scottish author Allan Ramsay’s play The Gentle Shepherd (1725)]

“The auld anes think it best,
With the brown cow to clear their een,
Snuff, crack, and take their rest.
I know this will be what my generation deemed “corny”,
However. isn’t that part of a cow’s diet?”

Be that as it may, I elaborate this event with:

Brooklyn New York’s Prospect Park became an open-field zoo,
As residents kowtowed to his presence.

So I am at my office stall giving Goodwill,
Not exactly “chillin” in Charleston at the time;
When my smartfone tells me;
“Cow loose in Brooklyn”.
I laugh silently,
With no workplace privacy.
Then I hunt on ASK dot com about this.
Sure enuff it gives me three options for,
“Cow loose in Brooklyn”.
Lol it is where I am from, after all;
New York City is not used to live loose animals.
New Yorkers COWerd to the Bull.
I am farming a laugh now, and you?
Add yours in the “comments” section below, please.

I text my long-time professional friend who lives nearby,
“Hey was that your cow??
he goes, “What cow?”
“You didn’t hear about the cow running loose near you in Prospect Park?”
“Didn’t know. That’s crazy”
“Yep. I just emailed you the link to the video story,
It happened around noon today I think. Mooooo”

All of which begat the following,
Of my where is the “beefy” one-liners:

“Bullish on New York”
“NY is full of BULL”
New Yorkers COWering in Prospect Park at the sight of a loose cow”
“The local ABC news will Milk the situation”
Catell you something?
Another cash cow arrives in Brooklyn.
A first time Livestock update from Prospect Park!
Brooklyn Bulldozed by a loose cow.
Cow plows Prospect park bullshit standoff.

You must understand that this is very strange for “city slicker” New Yorkers to experience.
I loved it;
For me, a-flung native NYker
To see a light-hearted wild kingdom urban mystery unfold,
Was just the kind of distraction nature planned on-time.

We need more of this mostly positive and naturally non-political news,
Lest we stray from the herd and become livestock calves who succumb to the bullies.
Remember, we of Earth, are the best part of the Milky Way.
So, don’t have a cow, this post is over!

Fingers lovingly probe the letters of these keys.
Emotion tries to rescue me.
Where will they take me?
Like a Disc Jockey plays,
A rolling stone full of moss.

It is late, but the songbird of my life called me out of the blue earlier this afternoon,
In the daylight for a change,
We usually talk late at night.
She calls me unexpectedly,
Holla at a brotha excitedly to say she thinks
She was nearby where my mother lives.
Few have permission to go there.

An ongoing thing,
Is this fling;
I stopped it for twenty-five years.
Let the sap descend back to the roots;
Banned and then I forgave her
Upon shockingly returning as a caregiver.

Many a year it seemed,
I was just her chauffeur to parties
Nothing more afterwards.
I was in love with a ride-share client;
She spoke her love for me,
However it was never consummated,
While I could lay many others.

We are still both single,
Early sexagenarians who have not yet exchanged sexual generics.
Would it be worth it now having desired her for so long?
As uncharacteristic as a cold cactus on a desert night,
I still do not trust her to visit and be denied and teased again.

Therefore, and because she lives now in the dark of the Bronx,
Yet I did it to get it over with.
The tolls over the bridges,
Are also somewhat prohibitive nowadays from when it was a quarter.

Lay lady never laid,
Maybe on my new almost brass bed,
If only I could finally get her into it.
Never taking me seriously,
Thinking I was too skinny genetically.
That I can never control.

If now that we are older Baby Boomers,
She would perish before I do,
Would be the saddest day,
Save my own mother’s time before mine.

Her voice is still the same,
Except when she is loud street braggadocios.
Our octaves never change I guess,
Unless health issues do.
Once a songbird to my heart,
Always a special symphony singer into my soul.
She insists “last night a DJ saved my life”.

Thirty years I have known her;
Yet through it all never boned her.
No hook-up from the friend zone.
Nyet benefits – why?
This verse is masturbation alone.

Caring in-truthful conversations,
This time wasn’t our mind blown?
To have loved and to slice like a cherry tree;
Tasted tart fruit distantly from one’s own;
Now I know never there will we have sex;
Not a pie are we,
No French Vanilla-skinned ice cream;
Only a forever fly-by.
She is huge in weight and afraid of the freight.
It will slightly be morose to have lost the chance ,
When one of us soon goes “bye-bye”.
Thanks for the friendship dance.

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