With glass, she would merrily eat
Crunching slivers instead of her meat
With a mouth full of blood
Demented cow with her cud
Don’t ask me how she drank from the teat
Category: Limerick
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The gun thundered shut on its chamber
The Farmer attempted to wake her
Looking deep in the gun
He tried a dry run
And blew his head into the manger
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