Moving on from frogs

[Ben Allen]

Emmaretta turned the fat boy into a cow.
Not one hundred percent a cow, but more
the character of a cow. An achievement
of course but she was going for a horse……..

Grazing on the grass with his arse in the air,
munching and chewing with nary a care
for the flies that swarmed where he chose to stand
or the shit that smeared and stained his hoofs……

Did I say hoofs?

I apologise profusely for I veer from the truth,
by the witchery of practice his hands were his hoofs,
and if cows have misgivings his was the bleat
of his family next door in a field full of sheep.

[TJW]

First class, man, made me laugh. Much obliged for the read.

[tunnel]

Is it allowed in poetry not to spell plurals correctly?

[Ben Allen]

Jack, glad it raised a laugh, that's good feedback.

Tunnel - In answer to your question - only when you're not very good at being a proper poet

[silvershoes]

well it's certainly surreal - a quality I am always quite fond of in a poem. I've read this a few times and still not quite sure what I think!
Think the rhythm isn't quite consistent. The last two verses seems to have end rhymes where the first doesn't and in the middle it suddently feels far more ballad like, compared to the start. But then you get that odd line on its own.
Not sure whether deliberate. It threw me, but have to say quite like the madness of it all. Felt somewhere between Spike Milligan and Franz Kafka - which now I come to think of it is not a bad place to be!

Emma x

[Ben Allen]

Interesting that you picked up on the ballad style, Emma.
I was watching some stuff about old time music hall and went off and wrote this.

It is erratic but it was deliberately written this way.
If I could have uploaded a drunken orchestra to go with it I think it would have carried off nicely.

Somewhere between Spike Milligan and Franz Kafka - sometimes I think I could live in that space quite happily.

Many thanks for the comment.
Ben.