Something - A Poem

[Based on a Beatles’ song of the same name]

Something in the way she moos
Says she’s no ordinary hound dog.
Something in the way she chews cud.
I don’t have to sniff this cur
To know something’s odd, fer sure.

Something about her horns makes me
Pause to think this dog looks quite strange.
Something about her stomping quakes me.
Why doesn’t she ever woof?
And those big feet each have a hoof …

I ask myself, what is her breed?
I don’t know, IIIiiii don’t know ….
And why is grass her favorite feed?
I don’t know, IIIiiii don’t know ….

Something in the way she lows
Tells me that she’s not another coonhound.
Something ‘bout that ring that’s in her nose ..
She is as big as a dhow.
You know, she might be a cow …