A Little Cowgirl Poetry for Ya'll

Tonight as I was checking cows, I thought for sure one was having contractions. Nope, she was pooping. So, naturally, I wrote a poem about it.

 Is It Time?

Tail goes up,
Is it time?
Out the butt,
she's oozing slime.
On the ground,
steaming warm.
Whaddya know?
False alarm.