Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The wolf in sheep's clothing

Among the herd he sneak,
Low to the ground he did creep,
Nobody knew how or when,
or if he would come again.

The wolf would use his silent blow,
Instant death for any foe,
Foe would suffer grim defeat,
Losing life without a say or bleat.

Jobs and precious sheep at stake,
Many more would he take?
O the treachery, O the loss,
Dosen't he know man is the boss?

Sheperd taketh up his staff,
while all his other neighbors laugh,
But soon the wolf was dead,
And instead of sorrow there was joy instead.

Listen my friends, clothes do decieve,
What's inside do believe.
In your mind let this knowledge stay,
So the wolf does not take you away.

1 comment:

  1. I love it, Mia! If you could write a christmas poem, we could perform that!