Hands

Before I came to Yorkshire I was half

Unconscious of its prairies, vast and green,

Four hundred miles around, that could be seen

From Ilkley Moor’s iconic Cow and Calf.

Along the valley of the Wharfe below

Like flies alighted on a snooker baize

(Or currants on a pesto mayonnaise)

Olympian beeves go grazing to and fro.

Recall the old conundrum loved by all;

Betwixt the buffalo and bison, pray,

Is there a difference however small?

Sure is! For all its faults a bison may

Oblige to meet your sanitary demands;

No use a buffalo for washing hands!

Refer to: Acrostic sonnet