Completely original

I grasp my cow, it's tiny scow
so when we think, despite the sink
you grow your toes, in desperate throes
and try to make a disk of it

If when we turn, without a burn
and tackle every scullery
we skip on vile skullduggery
and that's a daisy's mis-turn

I grab your foot, without a thought
and try to make it relevant
so give up verse, and then traverse
Some broken glass,
and raise an undead revenant