Have you herd of the sheep who was baad to the bone?
\nHe went on a rampage, then used his cell phone
\nTo call his sweet mate. \u201cHello, Dolly!\u201d he said,
\n\u201cI love ewe but from now on consider me dead.”
\nBy shear luck he escaped from the flock of police,
\nPulled the wool o\u2019er their eyes without losing his fleece.
\nHe went on the lam and spent years ruminating
\nOn what always comes from the madness of hating.
\nHe finally turned himself in to the Feds.
\n\u201cI\u2019m so very sorry that we butted heads.\u201d
\nHis words were sincere, but his lanolin smile
\nDidn\u2019t soften the heart of the judge at his trial.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re baad to the bone. You must go to the pen!\u201d
\nSaid the judge when he sentenced the young sheep to ten.<\/p>\n
Remember this tale when you lie down to sleep,
\nAnd count on your blessings instead of black sheep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Have you herd of the sheep who was baad to the bone? He went on a rampage, then used his cell phone To call his sweet mate. \u201cHello, Dolly!\u201d he said, \u201cI love ewe but from now on consider me … Continue reading