A Kine of Cattle…or Some Kinda Cow!

Via Facebook, Gus, though his Dad, Cameron, requested a story with:

cow on road ball

A Soccer Ball + a Tennis Racquet & Tennis Ball + a Cow

 

Gus tossed and turned in bed,

He was in a fitful state.

Dad came in, and sat close by,

‘What’s the problem little mate?’

 

Tears welling in his eyes, Our Gus,

Looked up pleadingly at Dad.

‘There’s so many things I cannot do,

That’s why I’m so sad. ‘

 

‘I can’t take a mark in footy,

Or hit a tennis ball.

I always miss in soccer,

And on my bike, I always fall.’

 

Dad smiled and grabbed a toy:

A cuddly little cow.

He handed it to Gus and said

‘Let’s not have a silly row’

 

‘With moo cow by your side,

You can really do it all.

With just a little practice,

You’ll be doing that and more!’

 

Well, over the next few weeks,

Our Gus kept on trying,

At all his pursuits.

But still there was a little crying.

 

Gus was once again in bed

Calling for his Dad

Things had got a little better

But still he was so sad.

 

‘Okay, now I can take a mark in footy,

But I can’t hit a tennis ball.

I always miss in soccer,

And on my bike, I always fall.’

 

Dad smiled at his son once more

And handed him his toy

‘With moo cow in tow

You are a truly super boy.’

 

So our Gus focussed on his tennis,

During every waking hour.

In very quick time, he swung

His racquet with real power.

 

‘Okay, now I can take a mark in footy,

And can hit a tennis ball, but

I always miss in soccer,

And on my bike, I always fall.’

 

‘Hang in there son,’ Dad said

During another witching hour.

‘You are getting there,

It’s no time to be getting sour.’

 

So, soccer became the focus;

Of our little star.

With a heap of practice,

Soon, he could kick so very far.

 

‘True, now I can take a mark in footy,

And I can hit a tennis ball,

I rarely miss in soccer,

But on my bike, I always fall.’

 

‘I don’t think moo cow is enough,’

To help me learn to ride.

Every time I think I’ve got it,

I feel myself start to slide!’

 

‘That’s okay, I know just the place,’

Said Dad with another smile.

‘It will feel just right,

I bet you’ll ride a mile!’

 

So Gus followed Dad with his bike

To an unusual spot.

A place he’d never been,

Nerves made his stomach a knot.

 

As Dad held on, Gus began.

Grabbing moo cow tight.

‘Don’t let go!’ Gus called

Holding on with all his might.

 

But just in time, Dad called out

‘Quick, look over there!’

As they passed by,

A thing that ended Gus’s scare.

 

Surely this could not be!

A climax to this ditty.

A kine of cows were grazing

In the middle of the city.

 

Those extra cows were just the thing,

To get Gus’ riding right.

But it took him a moment,

To realise he was riding his own bike!

 

At last he stopped, a little up the road

A big grin on his face.

He turned to Dad,

‘What were those cows doing in this space?’

 

Dad took him back up the street

‘This will make you settle.

Those cows that helped you

Are actually made of metal.’

 

‘They sit outside the Embassy

Of the Kiwi kind.

Our New Zealand Friends,

Love a bovine kine.’

 

Gus smiled, and declared,

‘I owe them gratitude.

Those Kiwi friends,

Mean now I’m a happy dude.’

 

‘Cos, now I can take a mark in footy,

And I can hit a tennis ball,

I rarely miss in soccer,

And on my bike, I never fall!’

 

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