Had an awful time
Trying to buy some wool today
Firstly, i asked for a bag of wool
The owner, when i asked
Misgendered me twice
Not very nice
(But apparently he does it to all the ladies)
I'm not sure what his game was
He told me he actually had three bags full
I thought "great!"
"I only need one!"
He then began to tell me
That all three had already been sold
And who to
So why did he build my hopes up?
I felt he'd been pulling wool over my eyes
Completely wasting my time
So i ventured to another wool shop
Telling them all about the other one
They informed me all about him
And that Mister Blacksheep
Was renowned for it
And that their business had perked up since
And that their was an urban legend
As no-one knew either the master, the dame
Or the little boy who lived down the lane
What had become of them?
And was Mister Blacksheep
A wolf in sheep's clothing
And with that, i went home
Packed my bags
And left that strange little town forever!