Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Poem for Tuesday and Accokeek Sheep

The Sheep
By Ellis Parker Butler

The Sheep adorns the landscape rural
And is both singular and plural—
It gives grammarians the creeps
To hear one say, “A flock of sheeps.”

The Sheep is gentle, meek and mild,
And led in herds by man or child—
Being less savage than the rabbit,
Sheep are gregarious by habit.

The Sheep grows wool and thus promotes
The making of vests, pants and coats—
Vests, pants and coats and woolen cloths
Provide good food for hungry moths.

With vegetables added to
The Sheep, we get our mutton stew—
Experiments long since revealed
The Sheep should first be killed and peeled.

Thus, with our debt to them so deep,
All men should cry “Praise be for Sheep!”—
And, if we happen to be shepherds,
“Praise be they’re not as fierce as leopards!”

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My Monday was fairly unexciting -- laundry, various cleanup chores, some computer work -- besides getting an email from Warner Bros telling me that I had won a pass to see Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore tomorrow night (I wasn't trying to obtain that specifically, they hold screenings in major cities for upcoming movies where they want crowds cheering alongside reviewers). So since I won't be giving any money to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I'm going to see that tomorrow night! 

The rest of my day was occupied with flowers and bluebirds, then watching some Our Flag Means Death with Kristen via Zoom, which was very fun. After dinner Paul and I watched this week's Sanditon and The Endgame -- the former fairly predictable but well acted and beautifully filmed, the latter less enjoyably predictable in parts and shark-jumpy in others but still colorful and quite gay. Sheep and lambs we saw at the National Colonial Farm at Piscataway Park last weekend: 

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