I’m not a loser!
I’m a winner!
The proof is this photo.
Plus, I’m wearing Nikes.
Anytime I’m feelin’ down
And my spirits droop
I just remember my 4-H Market Lamb Sheep Project
And my feelings recoup.
His name was Friendly
Because he was
And I won Grand Champion
Due to few flaws
He was later sold to a meat market.
That’s probably not a happy ending.
But you can’t keep a sheep project forever,
Even if they’re friendly.
I love the poem, but have to say that those (1980's?)nikes really date you. Sigh, and I think I had an identical pair…
One fall my pet lamb grew up, then went to market and came home and got put in our own freezer.
And the reason that only happened once is because it turns out nobody at our house particularly liked to eat mutton.
Beef, well, that always got eaten.
So it goes on the farm.
The Nikes don't date me! They're vintage! I'm vintage!
Wait.
That dates me…
Yeah. Not a big mutton fan.
It was always hard when a favorite cow from my grandpa's herd went "missing" one day, only to see lots of white packages in the freezer.
Ah, the farm.
I always like to say. You can take the girl off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the girl!
The Nikes do not date you quite as much as the matching glass dinner plates you have upon your face.
Classic.
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