Baa-bra had fallen headlong in love with Baa-ron before she saw him for what he was. The great pretender.
She watches the man on the prowl, calling all the girls, even the fat bottomed girls. ‘I only wanted ewe to love me like there’s no tomorrow,’ she sighs as Baa-ron circles the flock, homing in on another innocent. She can tell by his body language he is wooing her with words she wants to hear. ‘I need your loving tonight.’ ‘I was born to love ewe.’ ‘Ewe are the love of my life.’
Liar.
She waits for the hammer to fall. There it goes. Another one bites the dust. In a flash, Baa-ron drags his conquest into the seven seas of rhye. In a short time, she will emerge, dishevelled, smelling earthy, ears of rye threaded through her wool, tainted with scandal. It’s a hard life.
‘You don’t fool me,’ Baa-bra thinks. ‘I won’t play the game any longer, even though I’m going slightly mad with jealousy.’ She wanders away, head down, blinded by tears. ‘I’m better off living on my own.’
She collides with softness and looks up into smiling brown eyes. Baa-rry, the black sheep. Not a reprobate but a misunderstood creature. Cast out because he is different. He survived, however. He kept a low profile, became the invisible man. Such staying power. Admirable.
‘Save me. I want to break free,’ Baa-bra bleats, reaching out.
Baa-rry offers her some kind of magic. ‘I want no-one but ewe.’
He whispers sweet nothings in her ear with none of Baa-ron’s innuendoes. She knows he will never put her under pressure. Baa-rry believes in that crazy little thing called love.
‘The show must go on,’ Baa-bra thinks.
She watches the man on the prowl, calling all the girls, even the fat bottomed girls. ‘I only wanted ewe to love me like there’s no tomorrow,’ she sighs as Baa-ron circles the flock, homing in on another innocent. She can tell by his body language he is wooing her with words she wants to hear. ‘I need your loving tonight.’ ‘I was born to love ewe.’ ‘Ewe are the love of my life.’
Liar.
She waits for the hammer to fall. There it goes. Another one bites the dust. In a flash, Baa-ron drags his conquest into the seven seas of rhye. In a short time, she will emerge, dishevelled, smelling earthy, ears of rye threaded through her wool, tainted with scandal. It’s a hard life.
‘You don’t fool me,’ Baa-bra thinks. ‘I won’t play the game any longer, even though I’m going slightly mad with jealousy.’ She wanders away, head down, blinded by tears. ‘I’m better off living on my own.’
She collides with softness and looks up into smiling brown eyes. Baa-rry, the black sheep. Not a reprobate but a misunderstood creature. Cast out because he is different. He survived, however. He kept a low profile, became the invisible man. Such staying power. Admirable.
‘Save me. I want to break free,’ Baa-bra bleats, reaching out.
Baa-rry offers her some kind of magic. ‘I want no-one but ewe.’
He whispers sweet nothings in her ear with none of Baa-ron’s innuendoes. She knows he will never put her under pressure. Baa-rry believes in that crazy little thing called love.
‘The show must go on,’ Baa-bra thinks.
