Crazy old Ram McMutton
Built an empire out of cotton
Was a bit of a fool
Better to set up in wool
In despair began to weep
Lost his flock, the sheep
Went to competitor mr Wolf
Now graze on meadows for golf
Managed by a speckled beagle
Clear from people hitting an eagle
His wife, the lovely Ewe
Stops this poem now, leave

Was not sure if I should press Publish or Delete but I guess I’m fearless today. Ha de Gött!

• National Day
• Acrobat
• Smooth rock
• Spring green
• Backlit