MARY HAD - A RAM
Mary had a great big ram
its fleece was long and rank
and when it couldn’t find a ewe
it went and had……….a pinot blanc!
Mary had an aged ram
its horns were sort of dimply
two were upright on its head
the other one hung limply.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Mary had a little sheep
and with her sheep she went to sleep
but her sheep turned out to be a ram
thats why mary had a little lamb
She was a mint saucy. Cheers Dusk
Good ones Michael. Those rams can be prominent at times.
We've got some near us and they sure can.
Another super artwork.
Thanks Andy
I'll have to swoon! lol. Yes, good pic too.
But not in the ram's enclosure!
Any relation to Ram Berles?
Oh that abstract is gorgeously swathed in colour and looking so long at the picture I confess to skimming over your clever verse......... but thank you for both my friend.
Yes I used a lot of ink painting it - thank you Fay.
An excellent vintage sir very chuckle worthy say's I... ewe are a card sir.... N
Oh you can ram it home 😊
consider it done..
MARY has an ELEPHANT
One day they did a bung
She didnt have to pack a case
They used theb Elephants TRUNK !
Bon Apres-midi mon ONCLE MIKE ! Love the Picture and the Twa Marys
Angela told me on SKYPE she loved the FOUR Flameco Dancers ~ We both love your ABSTRACTIONS !
Blessing & Encouragement
Love Brian & Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Please check ANTICIPATIONS IN LOVE !
Aw cheers B - I'm very abstract most of the time or so my beloved tells me.
You gone on a Ram Berle any of these evenings yet - or day times? I keep getting attacked by Bram Berles!
There's a black berry - err sheep - in every family.
Artwork - Beautiful coloration. I see a multi-colored flying dragon.
Poem - Humorous, sheepishly risque, seems he "wines" when he's denied, the other guys horn was simply not "ewes-ful." A good chuckle. - Phil A.
WOW! This Mary seems to be pretty well known to your crowd, and likes horsing around.
Any horses around!
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