London's milk
by
Anthony M. Ludovici
In The Taming of Don Juan
p. 312
Hutchinson
London
1924
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The cows go out, the cows come in;
The milk-churns yawn for the work to begin.
The cowman milks for wages mean,
So what cares if he his hands are not clean?
But hear the London children cry
With rapture passing the meadowland by!
"The cows, the cows!" they all exclaim,
While hurled along in their day-trippers' train.
Yet they who always milk those cows
Rejoice much less over cattle that browse.
For when the sun goes up each morn
They often sigh that new calves should be born.
The cows go out, the cows come in;
The milk rings hard like a straw in a tin.
The cows are bound above the hock,
The milk now roars like a tap at full cock.
The cowman's head is in her flank.
The cow is warm like a hot-water tank.
The shed's all blue with steam and haze.
"'Tis sharp this morning," the old cowman says.
Meanwhile all London lies abed.
No cockney heard what the old cowman said.
The cowman milks for wages mean,
So what cares he if his pail is not clean? |
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