I'm sorting through my poetry, new and old, getting ready to send some out to contests when I happily stumbled upon this oldie-but-goodie. I don't think it's necessarily what the journals and lit mags want these days, but it still makes me smile and I hope it does you too.
Enjoy!
Poor Little Sheepy
By Kelly Hayes
Some little sheepy
is feelin’ kinda weepy
‘cause someone came
and stole her wooly coat.
They knitted it to a sweater,
made it smell a bit better,
and sent it ‘cross the ocean
on a trans-atlantic boat.
There are Great Big sales
on little sheepy tails,
half-off lambswool
sweaters dyed in blue.
And that poor little sheepy
is feelin’ bare and weepy,
she doesn’t like the
nakedness, would ewe?
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