Til The Cows Came Home

We stayed out til the cows came home,
So they were there to greet us:
We hadn't let propriety
Or tired legs defeat us --

We drank and danced and did such things
As would live on in legend:
But the cows were the only witnesses,
A think they never


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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