**Lament of the Cow-Print Blight**

Cast upon the sand they lie,
Cow-stained cloth beneath the sky.
Once worn, now left to burn,
A pastured print, of which I spurn.

Spotted shame on dunes laid bare,
Forgotten blotches lost in glare.
O sand, consume this patterned plight,
And bury well this pasture blight.

You are udderly ridiculous....

Composed at my desk on Gosday, the 25th of Omeian, in the year 7 AC.