A cow is something you think of a lot in this country.
What else do you see but cows? Black, white, brown, mottled: they stand peacefully by, eating grass, ignoring the world.
If they run, you know something’s wrong. Aren’t they kind of like a type of person in that way? Unmoved. Unangered. Only in danger do they lose their peace.
black and white,
big, country, smelly,
milk, lots of it,
cheese, even better tasting,
cows are cute when their little,
not so cute when they’re bit,
i hope one day to own one, and
I EAT MEAT, I LIKE COW MEAT BECAUSE IN SOME CASES IT IS HEALTHY. IT DOES HAVE SOME HEALTH ADVANTAGES TO IT, HOWEVER, I AM ON MY WAY TO BECOMING A VEGETERIAN AND I WILL BE CUTTING OUT EATING RED MEAT.
I DO ENJOY HAMBURGERS A LOT, I’LL NEED TO FIND A SUBSITITUTE.
Mary had a little lamb, the nursery rhyme starts. But what about Jack and his cow. You know the kid who swapped his only asset for a bag of magic beans. Does he get a rhyme or a song or a broadway musical?
NOT AGAIN! No no nono! why must I go? ” Please honey, dont have a cow over it”, said her mother. Sally couldnt contain her frustration. Her parents had promised that she would not have to return to the baby sitter. The only issue is that they were having issues finding new ones. No one was as good as Matilda.
the cow fell back with a thump. Suddenly the kids who had tipped it looked at each other wondering how it would stand again. Could this have been a bad idea? The younger one began protesting. We should help it back up. THe cow groaned on its side. Perhaps it had been hurt.
The cows are staring at me again. Today is one of those kinds of days that I wish my small little farm would dissapear off of earth and land on a different planet with now cows. That would be a dream come true. then the curious aliens can watch me instead of the bloodthirsty cows.
Once I saw a cow on the side of the road. I though tit was going to dash out at me but it seemed relatively calm. I drove slowly by the cow but he continued to stare at me and slowly took a step onto the pavement. I braked my car gently and the cow stoppped moving. As I went to open my car door the cow began to back off. I eased out and slowly walked to the cow. When I was almost close enough to touch him he panicked and ran across the street. Since the cow was, at that moment, out of my way, I got into my car and prepared to drive off. Then the cow stepped out in front of me again! This stubborn cow was NOT willing to let me go!
Cows are the creepiest things ever! I do like milk though. I always wanted a chocolate milk cow, like in that Operation Dalmatian movie. No one has ever seen that besides me. They want a chocolate milk cow.
I’m still 7, even though my age is 18, apparently.
until the cows come home, she’d said, her smile painted on and her fingers playing on the keys. She could play forever and you’d never stop loving her–he’d never stop loving her either. He loved the sound of it, the music that played and drifted and danced right along with him, the way her hands never stopped moving even when they were off the piano. No black and white under her fingers, just air, but she’d move them anyway, just playing, always. Her fingers would twist in her hair as though each strand were a string.
sometimes i think of people as cows. just being herded around like pieces of meat with no real significance except to live and be lived off of. i refuse to be a cow in this society.
mooo, is what a cow makes. I th8ink of mooo as the little voice inside a bully’s head. ya know when the keep bothering you and all you want them to do is mooove.
i love cows a lot. they’re just there all the time in the field grazing and eating and just lurking about. they have no job to do just make sure their body is working in top condition so we can get our milk every morning. and these days what all is happening to them. they’re being treated like dogs on the road
probably worse than that and it just saddens me how it makes the situation worse.
Standing in a field surrounded by clover and dung. Off in the distance the calves low and the cows seek the sweet grass. At the end of the day the farmer will come and gather them in.
cows don’t really moo. its more of a mlehhhhhh sound. without cows we wouldnt have milk or dairy products that tast correct. so i guess i what im trying to say is i love cows.
i actually love cows. i have a bunch of them. not real cows, but toys and such.
well, actually i’m not crazy about real, live cows, but my boyfriend seems to think that i am. the toys are cute, however.
Moo. How now brown cow, produces milk and has babies that aren’t as cute as other farm babies but they’re ok. Jersey ones have nice eyes all big and dewey.
Also make shoes. from their hide. This is all.
i am as big as a cow. I like cows. I like milk, but only in ceral. I hate that women are associated to cows when we are called fat. I don’t get it? Just because they are big animals?? In no way do i resemble a big black and white animal. BULL SHIT
she’s brown, how how, this sow, a freind. she’s burdened by providing man with milk – but man is not cow, nor does he require her lactose filled nourishment
milk, it just produces milk. then it dies, and we eat it. these bovine creatures are only around to serve us and i have a feeling that some of them wouldn’t be able to comprehend a life of freedom.
Beside me, lice thirty cows. At night I can hear them lowing. Sometimes I’m up ’til past six, listening to them mooing. It sickens me, but they’re friendly cows. Once, I walked into the field. One of them let me ride on his back for five minutes! It was remarkable, but I enjoyed it. I’m a country girl, as you can see.
a cow is brown. Brown is dirt. Dirt has worms. Worms eat dirt to make plants grow.Plants grow to give us food and oxygen. Food is wahat sustsains life and life is abundant
Cows are wonderful animals so gentle but in touch with our earth. They give life and hive us beauty. Give us patience, but give us love. Eat to live but eat for others int. hopes that their love will be remembered, although thoughts are lost. Remember what we forgot and take back what is ours.
Good for meat not great for converstaion. Methane and steaks pretty much what our bovine friends are all about. Moo’s and not much else they can say. oh and Milk, they’re full of the stuff. Balck, white yellow
moo said the giant lumbering liability. It was standing on my shoe as I pondered the possibilities for escape. I can’t leave without my shoes. Both of them. I will probably have to run. Maybe not. I may just be paranoid. Sometimes, sometimes….sometimes I overreact. So, I spilled the milk onto her new Mac. I certainly can’t replace it. And where did the cow come from? No one knows for sure. But it seemed like it was posing, so I painted it. Began to anyway. Until I got hingry for cookies and milk. I always get hungry when I create.
Her big brown eyes squinted in the sun. I thought of a name for her, that auburn colored cow in the field. I thought of german and french names, after all I was in switzerland. But none came to mind. She was a beauty…even when she stuck her tongue out and licked a fly out of her nose.
Stella the cow carried my sister around in her mouth on Easter Sunday many years ago.
In the end my dad finally shot Stella the cow and my sisters reaction was…”Get the gut bucket…we are going to eat Stella”!
cows are animals. they make milk. they are disgusting animals. alone. bred to be killed and eaten. they are delicious. i love how friendly they are in animated movies with a celebrity voice. they get mad cow disease and die. if i was a cow, i’d go crazy too
Cows go moo.That’s probably the one thing people think about when they think about cows. You learn it as a child, and it’s stuck there forever. It’s a lie though. They actually go MEURGHHHH, rather violently and offensively, which has led to most people staying as far from cows as possible, and forming cities, in a collective attempt to protect themselves. Sheep have also helped the cows in scaring people away.
Now less and less kids know what a cow is, and they are left with a nice image of a goofy looking spotty animal that innocently and quietly says moo.
We have to stop the lies.
Cows are evil
Tell everyone
A cow is something you think of a lot in this country.
What else do you see but cows? Black, white, brown, mottled: they stand peacefully by, eating grass, ignoring the world.
If they run, you know something’s wrong. Aren’t they kind of like a type of person in that way? Unmoved. Unangered. Only in danger do they lose their peace.
black and white,
big, country, smelly,
milk, lots of it,
cheese, even better tasting,
cows are cute when their little,
not so cute when they’re bit,
i hope one day to own one, and
A green cow?
No, that couldn’t be….But, as Matt saw, ’twas true. But….
Global warming couldn’t have gotten that out of hand, could it’ve?
Because that wasn’t how he’d seen the wrold before…but now….
A green cow?
I EAT MEAT, I LIKE COW MEAT BECAUSE IN SOME CASES IT IS HEALTHY. IT DOES HAVE SOME HEALTH ADVANTAGES TO IT, HOWEVER, I AM ON MY WAY TO BECOMING A VEGETERIAN AND I WILL BE CUTTING OUT EATING RED MEAT.
I DO ENJOY HAMBURGERS A LOT, I’LL NEED TO FIND A SUBSITITUTE.
Cows are black and white with a pastoral feel. mooing and grassing they are a peaceful creature, with an enviable lack of care.
milk meat black white color cheese whole milk mad cow disese brown cow colorful cow steak
Mary had a little lamb, the nursery rhyme starts. But what about Jack and his cow. You know the kid who swapped his only asset for a bag of magic beans. Does he get a rhyme or a song or a broadway musical?
NOT AGAIN! No no nono! why must I go? ” Please honey, dont have a cow over it”, said her mother. Sally couldnt contain her frustration. Her parents had promised that she would not have to return to the baby sitter. The only issue is that they were having issues finding new ones. No one was as good as Matilda.
the cow fell back with a thump. Suddenly the kids who had tipped it looked at each other wondering how it would stand again. Could this have been a bad idea? The younger one began protesting. We should help it back up. THe cow groaned on its side. Perhaps it had been hurt.
The cows are staring at me again. Today is one of those kinds of days that I wish my small little farm would dissapear off of earth and land on a different planet with now cows. That would be a dream come true. then the curious aliens can watch me instead of the bloodthirsty cows.
Once I saw a cow on the side of the road. I though tit was going to dash out at me but it seemed relatively calm. I drove slowly by the cow but he continued to stare at me and slowly took a step onto the pavement. I braked my car gently and the cow stoppped moving. As I went to open my car door the cow began to back off. I eased out and slowly walked to the cow. When I was almost close enough to touch him he panicked and ran across the street. Since the cow was, at that moment, out of my way, I got into my car and prepared to drive off. Then the cow stepped out in front of me again! This stubborn cow was NOT willing to let me go!
I sat on the fence bordering the ranch, staring at the cows. They stared back at me, looking dull and bored. Slowly chewing on a piece of straw.
Have a cow dangit.
the big white cow sat plainly in the field munching on some grass in order to produce moo juice for the rest of us
Cows are the creepiest things ever! I do like milk though. I always wanted a chocolate milk cow, like in that Operation Dalmatian movie. No one has ever seen that besides me. They want a chocolate milk cow.
I’m still 7, even though my age is 18, apparently.
until the cows come home, she’d said, her smile painted on and her fingers playing on the keys. She could play forever and you’d never stop loving her–he’d never stop loving her either. He loved the sound of it, the music that played and drifted and danced right along with him, the way her hands never stopped moving even when they were off the piano. No black and white under her fingers, just air, but she’d move them anyway, just playing, always. Her fingers would twist in her hair as though each strand were a string.
sometimes i think of people as cows. just being herded around like pieces of meat with no real significance except to live and be lived off of. i refuse to be a cow in this society.
Cows are not good. Think of the enviorment.
mooo, is what a cow makes. I th8ink of mooo as the little voice inside a bully’s head. ya know when the keep bothering you and all you want them to do is mooove.
i love cows a lot. they’re just there all the time in the field grazing and eating and just lurking about. they have no job to do just make sure their body is working in top condition so we can get our milk every morning. and these days what all is happening to them. they’re being treated like dogs on the road
probably worse than that and it just saddens me how it makes the situation worse.
Standing in a field surrounded by clover and dung. Off in the distance the calves low and the cows seek the sweet grass. At the end of the day the farmer will come and gather them in.
white and black fearless creature, that really really loves grass and gives milk.
it’s very nice and kind
cows rule
cows don’t really moo. its more of a mlehhhhhh sound. without cows we wouldnt have milk or dairy products that tast correct. so i guess i what im trying to say is i love cows.
Cruising the pastures without a care in the world. Eat, sleep, and be merry. I envy you.
I live on a dairy farm and I’m actually afraid of cows. I was hurt so many times by them. But I love milk!
i actually love cows. i have a bunch of them. not real cows, but toys and such.
well, actually i’m not crazy about real, live cows, but my boyfriend seems to think that i am. the toys are cute, however.
Moo. How now brown cow, produces milk and has babies that aren’t as cute as other farm babies but they’re ok. Jersey ones have nice eyes all big and dewey.
Also make shoes. from their hide. This is all.
i am as big as a cow. I like cows. I like milk, but only in ceral. I hate that women are associated to cows when we are called fat. I don’t get it? Just because they are big animals?? In no way do i resemble a big black and white animal. BULL SHIT
she’s brown, how how, this sow, a freind. she’s burdened by providing man with milk – but man is not cow, nor does he require her lactose filled nourishment
milk, it just produces milk. then it dies, and we eat it. these bovine creatures are only around to serve us and i have a feeling that some of them wouldn’t be able to comprehend a life of freedom.
Beside me, lice thirty cows. At night I can hear them lowing. Sometimes I’m up ’til past six, listening to them mooing. It sickens me, but they’re friendly cows. Once, I walked into the field. One of them let me ride on his back for five minutes! It was remarkable, but I enjoyed it. I’m a country girl, as you can see.
a cow is brown. Brown is dirt. Dirt has worms. Worms eat dirt to make plants grow.Plants grow to give us food and oxygen. Food is wahat sustsains life and life is abundant
Cows are wonderful animals so gentle but in touch with our earth. They give life and hive us beauty. Give us patience, but give us love. Eat to live but eat for others int. hopes that their love will be remembered, although thoughts are lost. Remember what we forgot and take back what is ours.
How now, brown cow?
Good for meat not great for converstaion. Methane and steaks pretty much what our bovine friends are all about. Moo’s and not much else they can say. oh and Milk, they’re full of the stuff. Balck, white yellow
moo said the giant lumbering liability. It was standing on my shoe as I pondered the possibilities for escape. I can’t leave without my shoes. Both of them. I will probably have to run. Maybe not. I may just be paranoid. Sometimes, sometimes….sometimes I overreact. So, I spilled the milk onto her new Mac. I certainly can’t replace it. And where did the cow come from? No one knows for sure. But it seemed like it was posing, so I painted it. Began to anyway. Until I got hingry for cookies and milk. I always get hungry when I create.
Her big brown eyes squinted in the sun. I thought of a name for her, that auburn colored cow in the field. I thought of german and french names, after all I was in switzerland. But none came to mind. She was a beauty…even when she stuck her tongue out and licked a fly out of her nose.
Stella the cow carried my sister around in her mouth on Easter Sunday many years ago.
In the end my dad finally shot Stella the cow and my sisters reaction was…”Get the gut bucket…we are going to eat Stella”!
cows are animals. they make milk. they are disgusting animals. alone. bred to be killed and eaten. they are delicious. i love how friendly they are in animated movies with a celebrity voice. they get mad cow disease and die. if i was a cow, i’d go crazy too
Cows go moo.That’s probably the one thing people think about when they think about cows. You learn it as a child, and it’s stuck there forever. It’s a lie though. They actually go MEURGHHHH, rather violently and offensively, which has led to most people staying as far from cows as possible, and forming cities, in a collective attempt to protect themselves. Sheep have also helped the cows in scaring people away.
Now less and less kids know what a cow is, and they are left with a nice image of a goofy looking spotty animal that innocently and quietly says moo.
We have to stop the lies.
Cows are evil
Tell everyone