Uncle's Scar

I gaze at the picture
In the palm of my hand
'Tis my dear great great uncle
Don't he look grand?

But look- do you notice
The scar on his face
Now what could have happened
That line to trace?

I'll tell you the story,
Starting right now
When uncle went out
To milk the cow

Now the cow was unruly
And knocked over the pail
So Uncle decided
The cow was for sale

He led her to town
To look for a buyer
But none could be found
Which raised Uncle's ire.

“You old beast!” he exclaimed
And gave her a slap
But she didn't move
Uncle thought he would snap

Two young boys were watching
They thought it was fun
But Uncle despaired
Of getting this done

“We'll help you!”they cried
“Just give us some stones.”
So Uncle stepped back
To watch, with a groan.

Jack hurled the stone,
But missed the cow
It gashed Uncle's cheek
And uncle roared “Ow!”

He bellowed at Jack
“Just what did you do?”
The cow turned her head
And softly said “Moo.”

Written for the Writer's Cramp contest