[Nightshadow]: 82.Poetry.A Pretty Black Sheep

A Pretty Black Sheep


A strange and lovely creature
With a pretty curling horn
Meets a little black sheep
Who was prematurely shorn.
"Why?" asked the creature
"Do you look so sad?"
"Can't you see?" asked the sheep
"Can't you see I'm quite mad?"

"My lovely black hair,
Every inch is torn away,
And yet everyone around me
Will just lie throughout the day!
The doctors try to tell me
That my hair trails to the floor
And "won't I let them cut it?"
Like they haven't cut before!
Lies, every word,
Of the most insipid sort!
But they stick right with the story,
Like they need my support.
A drop more of deception
Since they tied me to the bed
And shaved every precious inch
From my once-so-lovely head.
And yet everyone who sees me
Feeds the same moronic lie.
The doctors say my hair abounds,
But I just won't let it fly!"

"Terrible," the creature tuts,
"Absurdity, it's true.
After all, what kind of madness
Could be attributed to you?
Don't doubt your mind, my child.
Cling fast to sanity.
It takes a very gifted sheep
To see a black-striped deer like me."