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Of Cattle and Cocoa (An Ode to Cattle)

Poem (Canso): 

Cows amidst chaos
Cluttering the field.
Had I a halberd,
I would hack at them,
Leaving trails of tenderloins
And tasty t-bones.
Go quick and go quiet . . .
Axe no questions.

Yet how many moo-ers
Have I munched upon?
Cows a plenty have I placed
Upon my plate.
Leafy greens are grotesque
And cannot be grilled.
Flora is fleeting
And fruit is what food eats.

If there remains one route
To give ruminant rest
It must surely be sugar
That shunts the carnivore.
One may choose chocolate
Where chuckroast is lacking.
Beef has one good back-up;
But where is the Bakesale?