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New Twixt On Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had A little lamb It's fleece was White as snow So Mary decided She would dye it And its not white Any more! She dyed it pink As it was her favorite Color But then it rained and now Poor thing, The fleece has turned to A varigated shade Of white, pink and yellow The lamb is ashamed and such a fright, Mary only Brings her out at night! The lamb is sad, Mary is depressed, Can't forgive herself For making such a mess. She didn't read the small print That said "a permanent dye". Too late now Mary, too late to cry. You should have left the fleece Alone... Because of you, that lamb is NEVER Ever, leaving home! (I could do more but why push it!) LOL! C. Alvez

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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