To Tell the Truth
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To Tell the Truth #3
I can’t compete with sheep’s behinds,
their woolly butts, my only finds.
My fur is itching from the heat
surrounded by one hundred sheep.
I can hardly take a breath.
Their crushing me straight to my death.
Wanting to work somewhere new,
I lied about what I could do.
“I’ve been a sheepdog brave and bold,”
a fib I wish I’d never told.
They’re turning every which a way,
some backward, forward, gone astray.
Help me soon or I’ll be crushed
in the madness of the pasture rush!
A sheepdog I am certainly not.
This messed-up herd is what I’ve got.
By day one’s end I felt so tired.
No sheep to tend for I was fired.
From now on, it's the truth I'll tell.
A lie can lead you straight to Hell.
1/27/18
There is a Brighter Side #3
Given by Eve Roper
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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