A Very Tame Cow

I would be sitting there milking the cow,

and he’d come looking for a drink of milk,

my little brother, many years younger,

getting in close with an open mouth.

I’d draw down a big fat titful

and shoot it onto the back of his mouth

before going thoroughly over his face,

giving it to him in both eyes.

He went upstairs to gather the eggs,

but sneaked back down (I knew he was coming),

to charge and get me around the neck

and haul me over into the shavings.

Our cow was quite tame and used to it.