Beauty, bawlin' Bossy, the bulls love you.
Your body's bovine, sleek,
When you chewed your cud, your udders grew.

Huge hossy, Bossy, inflamed by you--
Bullied bulls, made for you; a bilingual homophone pun is coup [kuh].
That stallioned steed puts wood in you;
You ululate. . .a heifer-sated moo.
Moo! Moo! Paint, his wood's in you. . .
Tried roans' grown bones; equus meat's a treat for you.

Free-range frenzied frolic makes you bellow;
You were last seen in jimson weed with that equine fellow.
This heady frenzy is sure to grow.
In the pasture, you're screwin'
And neither of you is ruein' that blow.

Animals are friggin', ungulates, two.
No time to woo. . .
Undulate and neigh, moo--they sound French.
Heifer-humper neighs more; this courser scores.
Cow ain't a little sylph;
But hoss digs the milk and now seeks more.