~an
ode~a toast ~to bovine tasting
~or~
in
defense of meat~eaters
~
ode to a gglorietta cowletta
~shanty
oh
bovine so fine
bovine
so sweet
tis
true
it's
you
i
want
sweetmeat
smothered
in gravy
aw
you all in white
country
style
ooh
that smile
can
ya blame
oh
don't shame me
it's
sad but it's true
i'g
give anything
for
a juicy bite o you
and
i don't care
what
they all say
im
gonna pray
that
they'll
come
a day
when
that
gorgette
cowlette
swings
my way
oh
gloria gloriette
now
don't you fret
you
know i'd never let
harm
come to you
i'll
see you through
just
promise to place
me
upon your short list
leather
snortist
horned
contorist
with
hoof'ed wrist
say
it with me now
i
taste so good
try
a baby bite
late
some night
lets
get wavy
with
the gravy
lets
get loose
with
the au jus
oh
baby c'mon
get
jiggy
with
the piggy
'n
be obscene
now
don be mean
i
likes em lovely
an
i likes em lean
goddess
i bless
the
day that
you
were born
wildcowlette
of
the corn
you
ole
leather
horn
now
doncha go
waxin'
forlorn
c'mon
baby
don
say maybe
let's
rock
an'
let's
roll
til the
mornin
horn
we'll
be be bakin'
'n
makin' us
just
a touch
o
sweet pigskin
'n
hot leather porn
~ode
response~
longhorn
My
tongue is tied
My
brain is fried
Words
I cannot say.
You've
left me in a puddle of mush
Visions
of gravy all over my tush
I
cannot--willnot--won't say nay.
For
long have I aspired
to
be so desired
Thank
the gods for leather.
So
take your fork (and stick me nice)
take
a bite and taste my spice
Unless
you'ld really rather..
Grill
me like fajitas
Serve
me up with 'ritas
Or
do me like a brisket
make
me tender--serve me on a trisket.
Porn
in the meadow
Rock'n
till morn'
the
lady of til~des, ya know
and
the cow of longhorn.
~Response
to da Response~
shanty
oh
she's little hot
got's
a little spot
got
a liddle hot spot
got
a hide o leather
weathered
red rhone
she's
a walkin
talkin
honeycomb
she's
a sweet
and
sour meat
she'a
HAM buger
an
she's an
annnnimal
lover
an
doncha jus love her
when
she's
lumberin'
out
the door?
what
is it
is
it illicit
can
i kiss it?
who
could ask for
anything
more?
meadows
an moonbeams
headlights
an black jeans
boots
toots and foots
fetish'ed
whined
dined n
bovined
my
lama for a brahma
oh
the charlaise
on
a harlay
in
the desert
underneath
the thousand
stars
into the
cool
indigo night
where
there's none
an
nothin but
beauty...
ancient
beauty
untouched
unearthly
winding
round the hills
sahuaro
sillouettes
sentinels
the
watchers
waiting
for
the alienrace
to
come
again
and
take them
home
ah
yes
here
we shall
roam
the
dead ocean
and
steal
from
the cactus
their
slight
fetters
and
then....
it's
all
"wild
kingdom~
eat
yer heart out,
baby!!!!"
