Kristine Byrne Poetry

 mary lamb 2021

Morning.

Mary had a Big lamb.
It’s fleece was black as coal.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb refused to go.

Lamb journeyed to a farm one day,
Looking for a Ram.
And when she looked into his eyes
She said…I’ve found my man!

Mary saw them in the field.
But Big lamb ran away.
She was busy with her Ram
Making whoopee in the hay..

6am 27th Jan 2021