A poem for sheepish and radiance, in response to sparkies poem.
A Goddess sat on a hill
Watching sheepish's sheep
looking through her scope
A lamb she did choose.
From atop her hill a Demon did shoot.
did make one of sheepish's poor baby sheep dead.
Sheepish cried and raged and then kicked the innocent
Demon Goddess right in the arse, right through the door.
The sore bottomed Demon stood just out side the door
She asked morning sheepish for re-admitance
but the door was slammed on her fingers.
"Sheepish, Forgiveness. Please understand.
A dinner for lovely Radience I did intend to prepare,
A feast of the finest roasted lamb.
Unending wine and cool creamy cheesecake
topped with luscious red raspberries.
But understand sheepish could not.
Instead of roast lamb burnt toast for dinner.
No wine nor cheesecake was to be had.
Rather than a feast there was a wake.
Demon Goddess was ban from the Room
until a new lamb was born.
A vow she has taken.
Never again will she harm one wooly fiber of sweet sheepish's sheep.
