Don't have a Cow Man.

You can kill it, cook and eat it,
you can put it in a can,
you can stew it in a good red wine
or fry it in a pan.

You can slice it thin and salt it
you could mince it for a pie
it is delicious any way,
just don't look it in the eye.

For its lashes are long and feminine,
its pupils large and brown,
with soulful wisdom in its looks,
and demure when glancing down.

It gives the sense that it is wise
with knowledge beyond age,
it could put you off your dinner
even if well-laced with sage.

I've considered all the arguments
regarding wrong and right,
but I'm weak and it's my burning shame
I'm having steak tonight.

PS I'm not really having steak - I'm making chicken liver pate.

Day 4 of the Writer's Digest Poetry Challenge for National Poetry Month - this is my contribution today.