While I can appreciate the serious and deep poems posted here, I thought
that I would post something to lighten the mood - an old shepherd's
joke, set to verse.

An Old Shepherd's Tale

A traveller on a journey, espied a hamlet small,
And at their inn, such as it was, he thought that he would call.
He sought their strongest whisky, to take away the chill,
But a warning shout "the wolves are out",
Came once he'd paid the bill.

He was bundled into the cellar, with shouts and screams of fright,
And when he emerged from underground, no whisky was in sight.
A second glass he ordered, and again the warning came,
And when he climbed into the light,
The result was just the same.

A third glass did he purchase, but he would take no more
And when the alarm was given - he refused the cellar door.
"I know your game, you thieving dogs", he shouted with a frown.
But the wolves they came,
And they ate him up,
And they drank his whisky down.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 370 AF.