Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Let it be on me, sir,
Shearing is cruel.
So, what about the master, the dame,
And the little boy who lives down the lane?
They can wear poly fleece, you know,
It warms just the same.
Yes, I know some of these already exist, but like so many writers retell Shakespeare’s works and the epics, this is my retelling. And so, more coming up…