can someone make a poem about a cow called boy?

Yes..................

Whispers like songs upon the morning mist

Calf's noses covered in dewdrops go unkissed

Wolves covert their shiny coats

brandishing their unkept fangs

that dribble in delight

Boy a newborn calf steams as his coat

get attention from his mother tongue

Pink nose sniffing her teats scent

as cow pats bustle with dining flies

Steam like volcanoes causing the flies to collide

Wolves belch orchestrally loud

Cows react like meerkats mooing

Calfs circle mothers while boy stand

Moo goes there could be heard

Just sheep in wolves clothing

Not exactly great but I hope you like it?

There was a cow

He turned into a boy

That’s also his name

Isn’t that insame?

Hey cowboy

What big hears 

You got

Mooooooo

There is this cow called boy and was a big deal but for now he will be our meal.

maybe, there is a movie "a man named horse"

There was a cow whose name was boy.

He built a fine bovine decoy.

And ran away to see the world

And find himself a cow named girl.

She wasn't alive, but she wasn't quiet dead

For she had fine place in the little boys head

With a bell on her neck and wheels on her feet.

this small wooden wonder was the little boy's treat

He took it to school and he took it to church

and only left it behind when pulled with a lurch

More than an aged and paint scratched up toy

This cow was a friend, that Max just called boy.

Petter, how dark  ;)

A cow called Boy, lived her life without any joy.

The grass tasted blend, she pondered on her life to end.

She felt bitter, vengeful, angry and full of hate. All she could do was to contemplate over all the hate. Would she end up on a plate?

Would someone even her milk to drink, or would it be just as sour as she was?

Weary and tired of all her problems, she decided to run away. Far, far, far from all that dasterdly hay.

Grumpy, lonely and frozen she sat there all alone. She could hear the predators yearn for her juicey loin.

She cried: "Mamma, I don't wanna end up like bacon!" But how could she? She was not a swine, so she hid up in the tallest pine.

Up in the tree, it started to wobble and she felt the needles deep into her raw hide.

She looked at the beautiful stars in the sky. "I wonder if I can reach one of them", she said and gave it a try.

On the head she fell, the last thing she heard was her bell. Moo no more, only a puddle of gore, with the odd pine needle in it.

Oh, cruel world.

My cow is such a gentle beast

She's in the farms employ,

Although she is a Lady cow

I like to call her Boy!

Last week she have a mighty moooo

It really made me shudder,

She said why do you call me Boy?

Can't you see I have  udder? !