Dreams of Disarmament
Harry the great polled Charolais
swollen as the sin of pride,
heavy with muscle and vitality
counts his kingdom of one
way out in the far field.
He spares us only one baleful glare
for his thoughts are far away
down to the main corral where
Morely the half-pint Hereford
flashes his horns for an admiring throng.
Guy
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