As part of a competition
Run by a national newspaper
I was able to deliver loaves of bread
With a famous actor
To people residing in sheltered accommodation
It was there that I met Daisy the Cow
Who invited me to Russia
So that could raise red flags in praise of Stalin
At lonely railway stations distant from Moscow
It was whilst visiting one of these stations
On a very misty morning that I met another piebald cow
Who was also called Daisy and was noted for her dancing
She had once been a Hero of the Soviet Union
I asked if I might film her dances on my mobile phone
It was then that Daisy pointed out two flimsy figures in the distance
Who I supposed to be members of the KGB although they were almost hidden
It was only as they came closer that I realised that they were long lost friends
Who I had never met but knew very well