The other day, I was inspired by a comment my brother made, and sat down and wrote a poem. It took seven minutes to get it written down.
It’s not very good. I’m sorry.
I still think it’s funny, which is why I’m posting it.
This is the paddock that the brown cow lives in.
This is the grass that the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
This is the milk that the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
This is the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
These are the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
This is the freezer where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
This is the cheese that came from the freezer
where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
These are the chunks of cheese
that came from the freezer
where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
These are the chickens
that ate the chunks of cheese
that came from the freezer
where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
These are the eggs
that come from the chickens
that ate the chunks of cheese
that came from the freezer
where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
This is the quiche that is made from the eggs (and some more cheese)
that come from the chickens
that ate the chunks of cheese
that came from the freezer
where the cheese is stored
by the people who eat the cheese
that came from the milk the brown cow made
that came from the grass the brown cow ate
that grew in the paddock the brown cow lives in.
Okay, the story behind the poem: We were inundated with milk last summer, and Mom ended up making cheese almost every day for a while. Some cheese went into the freezer, but since we didn’t use it up fast enough, it ended up tasting bad. We’ve also discovered recently that milk products fed to the chickens can help them produce more eggs because of the extra protein. So yes . . . we’ve been feeding old cheese to the chickens, and they’ve been consistently producing eggs (right through the winter!), which has been helpful in a variety of baking ventures (although not necessarily quiche yet!).
