If you stretched the imagination long enough, this would be a poem.
I wish I could show you the sky right now
It's specked with clouds like a jersey cow
I saw it through the slats in the busy loo
And I thought of calling someone, but who
Could I show a moo sky from here
It would be different if you were near..
And while I thought and looked and wondered and blinked
The cow had gone home - it had been milked.