| This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp" . Here is the prompt: You must begin your story or poem with the following line: "I was standing under the mistletoe..." I was standing under the mistletoe... a blue ribbon wrapped around my horn would someone stop and kiss me? I wondered if they'd brave the scorn To even hug a bull is not the norm, you see in a world narrow-minded as this one undoubtedly is Imagine the ridicule arising from the momentum of a tender bovine kiss The jokes would flow quite clearly In my mind, I hear them with ease Hoof in mouth would be readily bandied about Same with that old staple, mad cow disease If a human dare come near me in the spirit of the holiday I'd try my best not to drool upon them or knock them over with my sway I have some magic powers at play today did I think to mention them as I moo? I am more than just a writing bull who belongs in a barn or petting zoo... My gratitude would know no earthly bounds If a soul would be so good and kind to kiss me under the mistletoe here a true love's kiss, very soon, they'd find 24 Lines |