Sean is not a sheep
to be shorn.
Don't be woolly-headed, mate.
Put down that gun before it's too late.
Lamb to the slaughter?
You hadn't ought to be using that gun
in the presense of your son.
Don't shoot Sean, please
be careful.
Oh, ****
Sean's shot.
Surely not?
(Using a staple gun with children about can be too hazardous)
No sheep were harmed in the making of this poem.
And Sean lives on....
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-shoot-sean/
