Mary had a lily lamb
that eyed pied billy goat
ignored the precepts of her dam,
till she got baa ma's goat,
likewise upset her uncle Sam
whose spot of creosote
turned lived as an anguished damn
escaped from wooly throat.
Now Mary's lamb is on the lam
though laws have been rewrote,
for Billy's Billie spelled and Sam
stands for Samantha Dote.
No black and white law fast can Camb
or Oxford dons promote:
though grass beyond the pale seems jam
make sure what floats mate's boat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I had to look up on the lam and don't know/understand the significance of Samantha Dote, but giggled all the way through this and then read it aloud and loved it even more than the first time.