A Profound Poem

Impressions in a muddy field.
by me (Dennis)

It was a sizzling, scorching day that was really hot
The malodorous stench smelled really bad too
In the pasture, Tiny Moo Moo.

In the air were flies flying all around him because they have wings
And they like to hang out around things that stink
And the look on his face was like someone who couldn't bear to think,

Or hor hor,
Because he doesn't have a brain.