When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair
When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound
I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top
Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell
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Author:
Shakerite (
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what a fantastic write! i love red hair myself....but this piece is so magnificent because it weaves in humor with profound wisdom. the black sheep lived longer LOL.....and i truly get this at the deepest level. my husband and i left a fundamentalist religion and we were ostracized by community, family and friends. we truly are the black sheep. thank you for this gem!
Taken aback by that Janet .
To be different shouldn't be a negative. We are all free to make our decisions in life . You stick to your guns ☺
Very great poem! Love the last line, in particular. Very clever!
Let there be light .Right ? Light even 😅
Ha Ha yes!
Married a red head. Loved your poem. Careful in the sun. Hugs.
The Sun?? What's that . I'm from England ☺
How does one explain to someone in another country about the solar system when they cannot see it. It's like Socrates and the Alegory of the cave. Trust me it just a big red orange ball that hangs in the sky about 12 hours a day.
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Hi Shakerite, This is such a delightful write! I truly enjoyed it!
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