A Very Tame Cow

I was sitting there milking the cow,

and he came looking for a drink of milk,

my little brother, seven years younger,

getting in close with his mouth open.

I drew down a big fat titful

and shot 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 backwards into the shavings.

We had a very tame cow that was used to it.