New Clothes

I sheared her down after my feast
sewing tribute to the new deceased
and aping that most languid walk
I made my move to join the flock

They let me in without a glance
munching cud as in a trance
by shepherds crook led to and fro
stomach said stay heart said go

I wandered lost amongst the sheep
sizing those I should like to eat
till paralyzed I was with choice
with only bleat left in my voice

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