MystyrMystyry
08-26-2014, 06:04 AM
Old Mister Eyebrows had a bull
A prize bull
Called Senor Wotsizname
Though the bull
Had a different perspective
He considered himself to be his own bull
For his own bull he was
Anyway one day
After a large supper of bread pudding
(his favorite)
Senor Wotsizname laid a magical golden turd
He was quite proud of it
As it took the classical form
A coil with a gentle curl at the top
And it was pure 24 carat solid gold
It glowed magically in the moonlight under the sicamore
And all the other bulls
Came from the far corners of the field
To inspect it
Word and moo soon spread
And all the other farmers brought their bulls to see
But one night one of them asked
"Why is it so golden?"
"Because it is magic!" Senor Wotsizname explained
"But then why is it so magic?"
"Because I did it!" mooed Senor Wotsizname proudly
"But... What else can it do?"
"I don't know yet..."
Both bulls blinked admiringly at the sculpture
Though in slightly different ways
The questioner had plans on filching it
And discovering the secrets to its magical properties
But Senor Wotsizname chanced to spy the glint in his eye
"You're... you're not thinking of trying to nick it?"
"What? No, no, of course not..."
"Well that's as well, because I should suggest you spread the word that it is protected by an aura
"Hmmm," he considered this information heavily. "... An aura you say?"
"Yep."
"For sake of clarification, what kind of aura?"
"A mystical one!"
His bluff worked
And to this day all thoughts of pilfering it are
No more
A prize bull
Called Senor Wotsizname
Though the bull
Had a different perspective
He considered himself to be his own bull
For his own bull he was
Anyway one day
After a large supper of bread pudding
(his favorite)
Senor Wotsizname laid a magical golden turd
He was quite proud of it
As it took the classical form
A coil with a gentle curl at the top
And it was pure 24 carat solid gold
It glowed magically in the moonlight under the sicamore
And all the other bulls
Came from the far corners of the field
To inspect it
Word and moo soon spread
And all the other farmers brought their bulls to see
But one night one of them asked
"Why is it so golden?"
"Because it is magic!" Senor Wotsizname explained
"But then why is it so magic?"
"Because I did it!" mooed Senor Wotsizname proudly
"But... What else can it do?"
"I don't know yet..."
Both bulls blinked admiringly at the sculpture
Though in slightly different ways
The questioner had plans on filching it
And discovering the secrets to its magical properties
But Senor Wotsizname chanced to spy the glint in his eye
"You're... you're not thinking of trying to nick it?"
"What? No, no, of course not..."
"Well that's as well, because I should suggest you spread the word that it is protected by an aura
"Hmmm," he considered this information heavily. "... An aura you say?"
"Yep."
"For sake of clarification, what kind of aura?"
"A mystical one!"
His bluff worked
And to this day all thoughts of pilfering it are
No more