The black sheep

 

Have you seen the ewe,
Who is dating a raven?
They say she is the black sheep of the family

Dyed her fleece golden yellow
And bleached her eyebrows
For she knew that blondes have more fun

While her family flocked together grazing
She was busy learning the Cha Cha
From the Border Collie

The rams were not smitten
They said her charm was deceptive
And her beauty fleeting

The rams were alarmed
They said the raven cannot be trusted
And his magnetism was an illusion

The ewe cared less about their opinion
She wanted to be free as a bird
Instead of leading a dog’s life

The raven was as proud as a peacock
To have a sheep as his main squeeze
Under his protective wings, she found refuge

Beauty and the beast
The black sheep and her guardian angel
Breaking the norms

– S.T. Arasu