Mad Cow Disease
by Marilyn Jaeger
Grandma J took the girls out awalking
In a
red wagon, they fit oh so fine.
Up
Sawmill Road, back through the green fields
Finally
bumping ‘cross new corn in a line.
Molly
was four, and Lia just two
Wide-eyed
and precious as gold.
Mom
and Dad Potter, gone on a date
With
Grandma in charge, safe, we’re told!
Of
course the bumping soon brought a spill.
No
problem, and the little girls giggled.
Small
problem, the field was full of manure,
So into
a sudsy bath they wiggled.
Now
years later we always can wonder:
Were
there really latent effects?
Mad
cow disease? Can that be their excuse?
When
things fail to turn into success?
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