Montana Jones fell fast asleep

Then the sheppard began to dream

He was frolicking with all his sheep

And found a special one to ream

“I love ewe my sweet,” the sheppard cried

As he stumbled wildly through the dark

And as the wooly one tried to run and hide

The Sheppard’s dog began to bark

They were suddenly all surrounded

By wolves looking for some mutton

Though Montana stared at them astounded

For punishment his dog was no glutton

 The dog left his master to his fate

And with blazing speed recused

He preferred his master on the dinner plate

Than to have his charges be abused

The dog and wolves howled at the moon

As sweat poured off Montana’s brow

And the Sheppard realized very soon

He’d depart the here and now

He felt the hot breath on his face

As he braced himself for doom

Just as fangs did his throat embrace

His wife walked into the room

Get your fat ass up and off that bed

Her screaming pipes an inch away

He was pretty sure he wasn’t dead

But was stuck deep in hell either way

He stared gloomily across the floor

Then out the window at his sheep

As his howling wife reminded him once more

It was time for work and not for sleep

He wandered out to tend his flock

And was reminded of his dream

He was tired of working by the clock

For a spouse who loved to scream

With a slight conflict of affection

He wandered through his flock of sheep

He gave the dog some misdirection

Then proceeded promptly off to sleep

And in his dreams his life was good

If you’re partial to his taste

I’m not suggesting that he would

Is your dirty mind not chaste?

Copyright 2010 Patrick A. Granfors