Oh You, Ewe

Oh you,
Ewe.
There grazing on the fresh grass,
Dewed before dawn.
And I see your reflection on the ewer,
As I pour from it sweetened liquid.
Remembering your youthfulness,
As I enjoy the mutton stew.
And the chops I seasoned.
One day to be thawed and equally enjoyed.
Oh you,
Ewe.
So tasteful are you too when pied!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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