Happened Earlier Today...

That one took me to minuets, as "I sang in my chains, the siren of a pea"*.





*Bastardization of Dylon Thomas's Fern Hill, an excerpt. Last three lines:
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Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Uh-oh, bringing farm animals in eh? I can understand, though not condone, why some of the sheep herders have been so ba-aa-aa-ad, caused by isolation, and gazing on the huge racks of the ram lambs. S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g it here.

I sat on the edge of a 150 foot cliff in the English Moors when a Ram did me buck, all alone I turned around and said "Oh F*ck"! I wish this were a bad rhyme but it actually happened. I grabbed the Ram by his horns and it turned out to be fun but he was a determined little bastard, so I had to keep hold of him and just run till he gave up. When I sat down, there looked to be not a soul around. I thought at first the person I was with was trying to push me over. The bastard then tells me people have died there from Rams knocking them off, right at that spot! You would have thought he would have told me before we sat down.