Minty sat on the steep incline breathless
he had all but stopped his bleating
thinking of his legs and mint sauce

His fleece was all tattered and matted
married with the blood of yearlings
thinking how lucky he was, to still have his legs

Suddenly he stood on his thankful four legs
and there he spied such hideous carnage
lambs everywhere with hind legs amiss

Oh the pleasant field that he had frolicked
had been turned into a land of legless *******
did bleat hard, Minty the lamb

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris