They cluster at the cusp of motorways,
glaring at cars.
'Eff yoooooooou,' their wet, brown eyes seem to say.
When the farmer plods through sodden mud and dung
they gaze longingly at his hefty boots.
'Boooooooooots,' they say, yet he ignores their request.
The cows stand bored in flat meadows, divorced
from important world events.
'Neeoooooooooooooooos,' they croon,
but C4's Jon Snow does bugger all, as per.
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