Three Wise Sheep - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Three wise sheep came to my door last night
From the far side of the field
'Have you heard', said one
'They are breeding flocks in test tubes
An immaculate conception right enough.
One ram may father millions, without ever stirring a hoof.'
'And do you know, ' said the next,
'Though I can hardly bring myself to say it,
That cows with their seven bellies
Have been eating mutton chops
And have turned into a grassless generation? '
'Have you seen, ' said the third,
'The grain of wheat they paired with a mountain hare
So that its ears will fatten on the stalk?
Ochone ochone, but what can you expect
When all our newborn lambs are bleating English?
Hark! The mechanical collie's revvin on the brae.'
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