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Pass the salt, Peter (Sonnet) by Bachus
There once was a boy that loved to cry wolf
Whether out loud, or from the realm of dream
Mother would say, "Now you know better Rolf"
As she bent with her spoon whipping up cream.
One late dark July with sheep all asleep,
and the moon, but a slivering vague light
Two eyes and a grin approached with a creep
Keeping croutched down and just out of sight.
Next day when the sheep came home for their count
They were all there with a "bah" by the gate
Even before sweet Rolf's parent's found out
Why our young shepard boy was running late.
The wolf had his choice between lamb and boy
I know what I'd choose between meat or soy.
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