Ode to my Udder
A sonnet about being turned into a cowgirl. Dedicated to librarianon
I called a witch a cow the other day
Between my legs a swollen udder grew
I should be much more careful what I say
A simple task now that I only moo
I'm happy that she made my hips more wide
But sad I cant use pants or underwear
And now it sways and jiggles when I stride
Some nudity is nice but people stare
My big udder is from a dairy cow
Milking myself so often is a chore
I feel the needy fullness growing now
Ignored, my teats will drip upon the floor
Yet had I known the woman was occult
I wouldn't change my wonderful insult