A young fertile ewe
Clearly had not a clue
When it came to the facts of conception.
She was clearly entranced
By a young male who glanced
And bleated out in her direction.
She'd given her heart
To the gentle upstart.
She should have been carefully tutored.
For you see, one sad day
When she was at play
Her friend, the young male, got neutered.
With position secured
When she had matured
As certified pure breeding stock,
She looked for her bud
(Who she still thought a stud)
So they could go out "for a walk".
But try as she might
He took no delight
In hanging around with this ewe.
Was it the norm
That he couldn't perform?
She wondered just what she should do.
An ancient old ewe
Who'd borne lambs, not a few,
Gave counsel to this great endeavor:
"You'll have better luck
If you seek out a buck
And stop spending time under the wether".
(Can't remember when I wrote this one. Perhaps around 1994).
1 comment:
Write one about the pot shop around the corner. Oh, Denver. Full of material.
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