A certain weirdness

It curdles milk
When making cheese
A spell gone wrong
Which could displease
The sanely soul
Whose fourth stomach
Lining
Supplements
One’s finer dining

The matriarchal destiny
Kidnapping counts
It seems to me
An ungodliness
A slippery slope
For all male calves
That feel the rope

The vegetarian
Solemnly
Wont eat the flesh
But can quietly
Finish a block of stilton cheese
And feel the weakness
In their knees

Rennin a death wish it appears
A farmyard tale
With extra tears
Bobby calves so solitary
Die a death so miserably

A constituent of rennet
We
See chymosin the gastric plea
Which witch could ever
Have flown a mile
Or sat crosslegged
Upon this stile

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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