a single herd of
Farmer Morel's cattle
wondered off into a
jungle last year
when the bovines
returned, knowing they
had been in a forest
fungal was clear
their hides were
glowing luminescent
from rubbing against
many a foxfire
and each took on
some rather strange
hues, ravaged from
any a pox so dire
upon their heads
sprouted overnight
a fright of 'shrooms:
cloisters of oysters
corrals of chaparrals
and "load-fools" of toadstools
cattle calls vacated
the farm as the herd
was waylaid by
champignons' pow
yet one bovine
"high-brid" lived on
Farmer Morel named it
Tri-shroom-a-cow
unlike the others,
she bore only three
of the fungi upon her
broad roof and brow
and as some sporing
beings do, she gave
birth to none other than
Quad-shroom-a-cow
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