This was the field of ugly sheep, black sheep and all.
The field opposite a bed and breakfast in Scotland,
On which a handful of ugly sheep gathered, trying to fit in.
Ugly sheep, big creatures, long legs, long bodies, long necks
Replete with Roman noses
And then there were big ears, more like a donkey than a sheep,
There were also black and white ones, dotting the landscape
Hiding out far from view
Unable to contend with the ridicule
Hugging tight to the wall, with backs up
Erect ears like radar, ensuring their own safety
From afar, resembling speckled black dirt
In some places country farmers cull-
Undesirable wool features:
Uneven wool; bare patches; worse, no wool at all; or highly rubbery and wrinkled skin
Culled by farmers
Random genetic mistakes,
Sticking out like sore thumbs
Whatever will become of ugly sheep?
Is it possible to let the “ugly” ones live in the world?
Rather than face ridicule and elimination?
Fortunately, they have since been moved
It was all for the best!