The Sheep’s Dine Out

Posted on November 23, 2020 by purplepeninportland 
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:
    November 23, 2020 at 2:20 am

    Where are ewe
    and the kids? – LOL!

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  2. Stine Writing says:
    November 23, 2020 at 2:31 am

    This is great! Nice!

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  3. Helen Dehner says:
    November 23, 2020 at 2:38 am

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

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  4. Rall says:
    November 23, 2020 at 2:59 am

    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:
    November 23, 2020 at 3:55 am

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

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  6. Carrie V. H. says:
    November 23, 2020 at 3:35 pm

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

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:
    November 23, 2020 at 5:14 pm

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

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  8. Lisa says:
    November 24, 2020 at 1:57 am

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

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