Black Sheep

Wandering aimlessly around

Playing on the grass

Soaking up the rays

Not obeying orders

Running away

Leading friends astray

Being very noisy

Disturbing the neighbours

I am the naughty one

Reckless and free

I am the black sheep,

The causer of grey hairs!

Poor Mr Farmer

He needs your sympathy

He tries to keep order

But I cause such distress

I am a true black sheep

Black with badness

But also black in colour

Yes, a very true black sheep

Jo Anne Kennedy

January 2016