Sheepish Thoughts

The sky above is peach and yellow

but spare a thought for a little fellow

whose woolly jumper ain't enough

to keep him warm

from tail

to

hoof.

my cousins

all around are bleating

that a lambsie life

is short and fleeting

and if I should

continue on

with

my bitchin an a moanin

for places that are

bright and warmer

I more than likely

will end up

as steaming hot lamb korma