an octogram…
He must have wandered in the gate
The lamb appeared,
My children cried “A woolly mate!”
They clapped and cheered,
My husband mumbled in his beard
“Don’t plan on getting too endeared
For pot roast we have souvenired”
The lamb appeared…
In frightened, shy and timid state
The fence he neared,
My kids gave chase and couldn’t wait
The fence he cleared…
Toward the car that sealed his fate
With knife and fork he’d made a date
And so it seems upon our plate
The lamb appeared!
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Copyright P J Ross
23122017
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