Molly McEwe

A young sheep we’ll call Molly McEwe she lived in a field outside Crewe, no surprise, her mother did too. Though her father she never knew; he came in a truck, tupped a few, then driven to pastures anew leaving sheep with butts painted blue. She had life with not much to do graze all the field, chew, chew, and chew occasional roll in some poo resulting in wash with shampoo. She would never ride a canoe, see a panda eating bamboo, meet a bear that came from Peru, go fly out to Kalamazoo, never have a “Love Ewe” tattoo. Living in a field outside Crewe is all the life she ever knew. What happened to young Molly McEwe? She’s now a delicious Lamb stew!