Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Now this little diddy,
Makes me stand up and shout.
Let me just tell you,
what they’re leaving out.
That master got so high,
he forgot his own name.
As for that crazy lady,
what she did was a shame.
Now for that little boy,
Who once lived down the lane.
He lost all his teeth,
and has to walk with a cane.
Because Black Sheep’s wool,
is the worst meth around.
You can ask any junky,
on this side of town.
If you’re down on Fifth and Grand,
please don’t be another fool.
If you see Black Sheep coming by,
tell him you don’t want his wool.
Baa, baa, black sheep
Had all his wool stolen
From of his back, back, back
He put a bat man mask on
With a flash light in hand
stealthily into the master,
dame, and little boy’s home
as they slept and got his black wool back.
hate veiled behind metaphors deceives like a wolf in sheep's clothing - baa
It sheer is nice to munch all night
and all day, too, with Byron’s crew
of sheep, that is, that wander ‘neath
his walnut grove, that’s old and true.
Hey, baa baa Babe, don’t you run away
you’re missing tons of fresh, green hay
meanwhile baa baa Bob, whose teeth are long
wanders in circles ‘cuz he has brain fog.
Poor baa baa Ben is growing rather bored
he nibbles walnut shells for show and tell
‘cuz he wants the lady sheep to know
he’s available to frolic for a spell.
Yep, it’s real nice to meet and greet
at this sheep convention across the street
to congregate and shoot the breeze
until they get hay fever and suddenly sneeze…
…achoo, baa, baa, achoo!
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Corruption was pretty heavy
The wool market well controlled
Black sheep was a union contributor
That's the story, or so I am told
One bale was sent to the secretary
One bale, his wife on the side
It was better to grease the bosses palms
than see his business slide
One bale was sent to the delegate
The man who controlled the shop floor
His suppression on workers unrest and stuff
Allowed Blacks sales to soar
Money greases the wheels of Industry
William Hancock
24.Aug.2011
2227Z
He knitted her a Sheepish Grin,
tried to pull the wool over her eyes.
The stylish wolf, wearing Sheep's clothing,
virgin wool was his ultimate prize!
But the sheep she was too clever and wise!
For C.T.'s Wool Contest
What I have made of the wool is a story, I hope you enjoy it!
Baa Baa Black Sheep
We don't want your wool.
Please sir, Please sir,
I have three bags full.
You are too old.
You are out of date.
But I work hard,
And I'm never late.
You don't have the
Look we're looking for.
That's no reason to
Boot me out the door.
We want new skills
For this vocation.
But I have twice
The education.
You have too much
Experience now.
But they have none!
They don't even know how!
Baa Baa Black sheep,
We don't want your wool.
Job security?
I've been played the fool.
There once was a leader called Blair
To the Iraqi war he declared
Like little lost sheep
None of his party did weep
Not one was found dead lying there
Do not Baa Baa,
you goddamned black sheep,
becuase you hardly look like a sheep,
I need not ask if you do have wool,
because they have scraped it all you fool,
Need not even wonder,
because you ugly brownish goat like sheep,
you have no master or dame,
or even a little boy across the lane,
they are all wailing,
looking at your reduced frame that is lame.
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