Since the birth
of a rare goat-sheep hybrid
on Irishman Paddy Murphy's farm
two weeks ago
(rare because the two animals
are genetically distant
not because Bono's
livestock serenading fee
for "In The Name of Love"
has gotten so steep lately)
the little "geep" is thriving
and is already running around
unlike those lazy lambs
who lack leverage of their limbs.
He faces no ostracization
from his non-Muggle siblings
and says he may
become a singer
in a glamb rock band.
This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.
