I slipped some rubber boots
Upon my size eleven feet
And looked out at the cold rain falling down
Where only weeks ago
The dry and dusty ground
Had made my face to wear an ugly frown.
The calves were in the weaning lot,
Eager mouths despite the rain,
So I loaded up some bags to meet their need.
Squishing through the mud
That was sucking at my feet
I quickly set about to pour their feed.
As they pushed and shoved each other,
Greedy for the tasty fare,
I slipped and slid around, my feet unsure
Until they accidentally bumped me,
Knocking me right off my feet,
Into a pile of steaming fresh manure!
(This didn't really happen, but it very well could have.)
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