The fortieth sheep introduced himself
creating confusion in the ranks.
The fortieth sheep expressed a desire to sing
and there was misery amongst his peers.
The fortieth sheep read out a poem he’ d written
making them cringe with embarrassment.
The fortieth sheep was ostracized and banned
from fence jumping in dreams.
The fortieth sheep was led out to pasture
in Coventry where he munched his greens
exchanged views with birds and worms alike,
kept track of the stars each night.
The fortieth sheep lived to be one hundred and twenty nine.
And they came in droves from near and far
to seek his blessings. The fortieth sheep
rapped their knuckles. He spoke his mind.
They listened in awe. Recorded his words verbatim.
The fortieth sheep copyrighted everything.
When the fortieth sheep died they put up a plaque.
They published his poems in a leather bound book. They
even named a constellation after him. But in
the lullabies that the mothers sang to their lambs
they slipped in subliminal warnings. For herd discipline
must always be maintained. Verbatim.