Do you like poetry

Once..upon an estuary, while

I drifted past a dairy,

hear the milk-cows, “Moo-moo, MOO!”

All at once, their MOO’s grew silken

milk-machines begun a-milkin’

labour! I’d be loathe to do, a job!

I’d deign not do..Would you!!

Quoth the poet, “Boo, hoo..hoo.”