Dietary Sheep Poem by Phil Soar

Do you think that sheep wake at the start of each day,
To a breakfast of grasses, or may be just Hay,
Wanting a change from the daily grass tips,
Fancying curries, or Haddock and chips? .

Perhaps they want a little more dietary flair,
A pie made from Rabbit, a stew made with Hare,
Do they look at their brothers and sisters, or Auntie,
And think they'd be nice with a glass of Chianti? .

Chewing the cud every day they exist,
Must make them tetchy, and a little bit pissed,
Imagine if all we could eat was green grass,
And it took fifteen hours to emerge from our ass.

Imagine it's spring, and you've a runny nose,
When a guy comes to your house and removes all your clothes,
And takes them away to make jumpers and such,
I don't think that we would enjoy that too much.

We'd have to be naked and scared to leave home,
Sheep don't have the option, they look lost and alone,
Shivering out there, with no way to keep warm,
Braving the weather, riding the storm.

So think about that, the next time you eat Lamb,
For them life is boring, a bit of a sham,
No cake or Steak, no sign of mince pud,
Just sat in a field all day, chewing the cud