Evil Editor, while on vacation, strolled down a country lane. In a field he came across a gander doing something odd. The gander would gaze at a group of cattle then write something down in his notebook. Curious, EE asked what he was doing.
The gander boasted, “I’m going to be a great poet, the fox, who sold me these longhorns, told me if I stare at the spots long enough I would see words and these words would inspire me to write beautiful poetry.”
EE asked to see the notebook. A quick look and it was painful obvious that the writing was gibberish. He tossed the notebook back to the gander.
EE shook his head, “Silly goose, you can’t make a slick verse out of a cow herd.”