Baa, Baa, Black Sheep Rewrite Poem by Ramona Thompson

Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

One for my master
One for my dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane

The original Mother Goose Song above

My rewrite of the above, below

Back, back, you black creep
Over my eyes today you will pull no wool
Yes sir, yes sir, you are indeed bs full

Never will even one of you be my master
Never will even one of you steal away my sexy light-skinned dame
And never will any one of claim away my rights as the father
Father to the little colored boy
Who lives down at 169 Ghetto Lane

2009 Ramona Thompson