A Poem A Day, №6

June 20th, 2017

The Ram

I wish I were a ram

Lord of all ewes that I survey

I would bleat my commands from atop a hill

And the meadows would ring with my authoritative yet at the same time compassionate style of leadership

I would sire many lambs

And they would be tender and juicy

When eaten by humans

I would be the kind of ram who likes to think the humans enjoy eating my children

I would leave notes by the humans’ door

With advice on innovative cooking techniques

Or ideas for sauces

To bring out the flavour in my delicious babies

Nobody would know who left the notes

Nobody would suspect that a ram could write notes

And leave them by a door

But they would appreciate the tips

No wolves would threaten my flock

I would keep the wolves away

Through assertiveness

And constructive compromise

As a ram I would read extensively on proactive management methods

And every now and then

I would run headfirst into a tree

And cause myself severe head trauma

Because being a ram

Is not all fun