Ode to a Concrete Cow

The concrete cows

In Milton Keynes

Were sometimes pink

And sometimes zebra-striped

But see

Inside was iron chicken wire

And newspaper

For cows with town and village life

Grew very stuffed indeed.

Outside each cow

Was blended dyed

In concrete for a different shade of hide

’Til townies thought they ought to all

Be painted black and white

(or sometimes pink

Or sometimes zebra-striped).

The papers bore

A ransom once

For absent calf removed.

And papier-mâché bull bore all our scorn.

But concrete cowpats turn our frowns

From passing trains all upside down

In passing concrete cows

Near Milton Keynes.