Adair, Amir, and the Magical Sheep
A fairy tale rhyming story
There once was a boy whose name was Adair
Who had an identical twin
Both were charming and fair with nice heads of hair
But Adair was as lazy as sin
Amir was his brother, a likeable chap
But his wits didn’t equal Adair’s
He’d believe any pap, he was sort of a sap
A prime target for con men at fairs
Unlike Adair, Amir loved to work
From dawn until dusk if you’d let him
Adair like a jerk, let him toil with a smirk
And if offered a task, he’d go get him
Together they went to the Michaelmas Fair
And filled up on tankards of ale
The identical pair drew many a stare
As the handsomest lads in the dale
Adair overdid it and begged off to sleep
But Amir was still raring to go
They were judging the sheep, so Amir took a peep
At the one who had won “best of show”
He’d seen sheep before who were snowy and white
But this one was something quite rare
Its coat black as night, it was love at first sight
And he found it quite hard not to stare
A confidence trickster picked up on that look
The way in was always desire
So, the lad’s hand he shook, his chances he took
And asked him, “Do you want to buy her?”
“If only I could,” he replied with a sigh
That he hadn’t much money to spare
“The price is so high because this sheep can fly
It’s how she won best at the fair”
That did the trick and Amir had been sold
He didn’t think to ask for proof
He surrendered his gold, due to what he’d been told
And imagined the sheep on his roof
By then the real owner had taken her off
So, the conman explained she was tired
And then with a cough, his hat he did doff
And offered a ruse most inspired
“Just give me directions of where you will be,”
He said with a twinkling eye
“Tomorrow you’ll see, her up in a tree,
Directly to you she will fly”
How happy his heart when Amir woke Adair
And told him his marvelous luck
Adair listened well then yelled, “What the hell!”
“How could you be such a dumb cluck”?
By then the fair’d ended, no sign of the sheep,
The conman was off with his loot,
The price had been steep and Amir he did weep
As Adair cursed the foolish galoot
The sheep’s name was Midnight, her owner Magee
Led her home for he never would sell her
None better than she, I’m sure you’d agree
As anyone’d readily tell her
Said Magee to his sheep, “You’re a treasure, for sure”
For her it was very old news
Said Midnight, “I know, so when’s the next show?”
(She was not the most modest of ewes)
About the Creator
Denise Shelton
Denise Shelton writes on a variety of topics and in several different genres. Frequent subjects include history, politics, and opinion. She gleefully writes poetry The New Yorker wouldn't dare publish.
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