The Sheep’s Dine Out

Written for:  Sunday Muse #135  (posted by Carrie)

Where are ewe
and the kids?
The table is set,
a bit formal
for my graze,
but we promised
to attend.  Did
not check out
menu yet, but 
you can be sure
they will not be
serving lamb.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to The Sheep’s Dine Out

  1. qbit says:

    Where are ewe
    and the kids? – LOL!

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  2. This is great! Nice!

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  3. Helen Dehner says:

    Send in the rams …. have a good week, Sara.

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  4. Rall says:

    Oh I don’t know
    Why not?
    Are you assuming
    sensitivity
    empathy
    decency
    or
    some other
    anachronistic behaviour ?

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  5. Sherry Marr says:

    This made me smile. Yes, I would hope they dont serve lamb!

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  6. Carrie V. H. says:

    Your play on words here is perfection Sara! I love it!!!

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:

    “Where are eye and the kids” What a great line! I enjoyed yor poem muchly!

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  8. Lisa says:

    Oh, dear… I hope the kids aren’t in the kitchen.

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