Poem: A Call to Feed Sheep

A Call to Feed Sheep

Pete! I said, “Hey, Pete!”
Instead of fishin’
I have been wishin’
that you’d feed my sheep.

I know they’re smelly,
with their shit-caked fur,
all covered in burrs,
but lets fill bellies.

As bas as they are,
they are all we’ve got,
so shouldn’t we ought
to meet this low bar?

As much as I love
the bumper sticker
and hate to bicker,
it don’t do the job.

So if you love me,
put the pole away,
get out there today,
and lay down some feed.

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