Mary Had A Little Lamb... Poem by Shaun Cronick

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go...

It followed her to the abattoir,
Where Mary tirelessly does work.
Her lamb looked nervously around,
As Mary began to sharply smirk.

Mary had a little lamb,
Washed down with a fine Bordeaux.
Had just enough left over,
To make a little lamb risotto.

Mary had a secret stalker,
Who watched her night and day.
But Mary knew of his presence,
And laid plans to do him away....