I saw a cow on a jet ski, I think,
It went very fast, gone in a blink.
The jet ski bit was easy to deduce,
It zoomed on water, chased by a goose.
The cow-ness was tough, despite the “MOoo!”
She was wearing a vest and obstructed by dew.
How I knew, was the farmer in the rear,
On another jet ski showing no fear,
Cursing loudly at the bovine’s back:
“Come back to me you flesh and milk sack!
You belong to me, as I owned your dam!
How dare you escape, you future ham!”
To me she had good reason to run,
But I could see her chances were quite close to none.
The farmer had called a gun-toting friend,
Who ended the escape attempt in the end.
An end is an end, be it your or me,
Even if you’re able to operate a jet ski.