The Magic Ram

(Canto II)

Stan was big

Stan was hairy

Stan was woolly

Stan was scary.

Stan had eyes of piercing blue

That saw into the heart of you

The greying bristles on his chin

Framed a dirty, leering grin.

As he watched his harem flock ahead

And wondered which one next to bed.

With cloven hoof he raked the ground

And at his audience sternly frowned

The wrinkles round his eyes grew deep

As his gaze settled on his sheep.

Then in a booming voice said he,

"Why do you come to torment me?"

"Of what vile deed am I accused

That you come here and hurl abuse?

Stand fast and tell, I will be fair

(I let your comrades quit my lair)."

Then Stan sat down upon a rock

And glared at the men, stone-set by shock.

©The Poetic Priestess 2002-2003