Privy Poet’ Society: The Little Shepherd

Privy Poet’ Society: The Little Shepherd

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There was a little boy,

Playing ‘shepherd’ was his kick,

He had lots of sheep soft toys,

And a little wooden stick.


He’d spend all day and noon,

Pushing his little herd around,

In his little wallpapered room,

Till dinner was announced.


For his annual school play,

Which was The Wizard of Oz,

He played the shepherd boy,

In shepherd shoes and clothes.


It’s not that he wanted to be,

A shepherd, not at all!

He just liked to pretend,

We mustn’t get that wrong.


He only watched movies,

With ‘shepherd’ in their names,

He had this silly obsession,

And he wasn’t even from Wales!


Then one day at school,

Mr Brown, his teacher, declared,

That if he wasn’t a fool,

His favourite animal, he’d name.


Well, he got up very proudly,

He knew the answer well,

And said that it was ‘sheeps’,

Especially the ones by the well.


But everybody froze,

Their little eyes wide!

Their mouths hanging, of course,

All struck with shock and surprise.


“Why, how is it possible!”

Exclaimed Mr Brown,

“That you are oblivious,

That sheep is a singular noun!”


At first he was confused,

Then he was petrified,

When he slowly gained his senses,

It settled in his mind.


The plural of sheep was sheep,

And all of a sudden – at last,

It all lost its appeal,

And shepherding was in his past.


No one knows why,

It was so much to his distaste,

That many sheep were sheep,

He just couldn’t digest.


It just sounded so ugly,

To refer to it in this method!

Why have a rule of plurals,

If there were going to be exceptions!


And so, he was averse,

As he couldn’t think straight again,

About anything to do with sheep,

Or their beloved shepherd men.


Photo by Pawan Sharma on Unsplash

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Ranjini Sircar

Ranjini Sircar - Everything Sharmaji ka beta ever wanted to be. Hopefully, in a few years I’ll be successful enough for people to say ‘She must have slept her way into that position’.