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Mary Had A Little Pram
Mary had a flock of sheep but just one was a ram
She also had a giving nature… and a brand new pram
Mary tries so earnestly to tend her grazing flock
Not so easy since the day she slipped out of her frock
Her boyfriend like a Navy Seal was in and out post haste
And she was left so unfulfilled, her virtue gone to waste
She stood her ground and watched her sheep until she grew so tired
She dozed off while she watched her ram do what her ewes desired
She woke up when an evening chill had given her a shiver
And nine months on a midwife had a baby to deliver
So now she sleeps on duty; tired from tending child and ewes
Her nightmares feature needy sheep and children stood in queues
The guilt she feels for sleeping while she should be tending sheep
Is worsened for she has a child to watch unlike Bo Peep
She stood up and she checked her bairn like any decent Ma
Her bairn, so sweet, gave her a smile and made a little Baaaaa!
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But then a shadow blocked the sky and Mary woke for real
She saw the farmer’s gorgeous son and made a little squeal
Mary told her baby, “Shh,” and double checked her flock
And as the sun went down again she slipped out of her frock
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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