W3 – Munderlings

It’s almost dawn, the cows awake

Off to the barn for the master’s take

Squeezed and pulled at my private parts

I wonder if the farmers have a heart

Pushed and pulled into stantions hard and cold

Would you think they would be so bold

To grab private munderlings and hold

A slap on the side, on the soft back side

Trying not to slip with a messy glide

Into the trough where unpleasant smells reside

We all can’t wait till we’re back outside.

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W3 Prompt #67: Wea’ve Written Weekly