> Thanks Colin. We´re learning all the time.



> From: Colin dewar <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: 2003/09/12 Fri PM 09:40:37 EEST
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Re Bull - Marcus/Mike
> 
> Mike
> 
> I've heard the "spit" form on TV. It wasn't Little House on the Prairie, but
> it was something of that ilk. It might be a typo, but then again it might
> not, if it is vernacular. I'm not sure whether you preferred was to were on
> the basis of rectitude rather than assonance. If the first, it could well be
> that both uses are in circulation. Not that I'm expert on these things. Just
> tho't I'd share these reservations in case you were interested, and I know
> well enough that there are as many reservations that could be shared in
> reverse.
> 
> Colin
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Mike Horwood" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Friday, September 12, 2003 11:27 AM
> Subject: Re Bull - Marcus
> 
> 
> Hello Marcus,
>              Very amusing and well put together IMHO. The last line is a
> hoot. A typo in the penultimate line - `spat´ not `spit´ - and I think I´go
> for `bovine sex was new´ rather than `were new`. A great read, this one.
> 
> 
> Best wishes,   Mike
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> BULL
> 
> "I thought you said that bull was shy,"
> My uncle said as he and I
> Stopped walking out in mid-July
>         And leaned on his neighbor's fence.
> "He was," the neighbor said.  "Ain't now;
> Not so's you'd notice, anyhow."
> And its appetite for a brindle cow
>         Seemed, like the bull, immense.
> 
> My uncle asked "So what'd you do?"
> The neighbor paused a decade or two,
> Then, "Wrote to Agricultural U,"
>         We watched the bull perform.
> At last, my uncle:  "What'd they say?"
> "Asked for a sample."  I thought the way
> These two were going it'd take all day
>         To agree July was warm.
> 
> "They sent some serum.  I gave him a shot."
> He finally said.  "You see what I got."
> We watched the scene the neighbor'd wrought
>         Like bovine sex were new.
> The bull seemed willing to give his all,
> To young or old, to short or tall,
> Their udders big, mid-size, or small,
>         An indiscriminate view.
> 
> I thought the calves would long be dead
> Of boredom before my uncle said
> "What was in it?" and shook his head
>         And gave my arm a shake
> Because while bored and under-awed
> I'd found an anthill to maraud
> And restlessly had kicked a clod
>         Just to see it break.
> 
> He answered before the thought of sweat
> And how it splashed on dust could get
> Its grip on me, to my regret.
>         "Well, I don't rightly know."
> We watched the scene the serum caused
> Through air the heat had lightly gauzed,
> And sweated and waited.  He spit, and paused.
>         "It tasted like licorice, though."
> 
>