raging against excellence
blowing hot air from damaged bellows
its lambing time at the farm and the farmers toil
the sheep are bleating their loads heavy and laden-ed
they bleat in distress and pain begging release for their burden
in muck and miseries the white woolly sheep lament their fate
born to pasture to lambing to gamboling to the abattoir to stew casseroles
and so they bleat and bleat in fleecy white coat and flimsy small minds
and sing baa baa and bleat baa baa and go on about a little girl who lives in the lane
hahaha    hahaha   hahaha