Docking Disaster

It was the middle of Spring
On a peaceful Kiwi Farm
But the lambs all needed docking
Which would indeed spoil the calm

The ewes were to be herded
Right up into the pens
Their lambs at foot, pacing
Will they make it?... Depends

The Huntaways are barking
At the top of their voices
The heading dogs are eyeing
Giving the ewes few choices

I sat up on the bank
Overlooking the entire scene
With my infant daughter
Both of us watching .... serene

At first things seemed all good
Everything was going to plan
But it all started to go south
And then shit hit the fan

The lambs had all been following
Trotting sedately at first
They suddenly all decided
That those pens must be cursed

They bolted first left
Then off to the right
Scattering in all directions
It was quite a funny sight

The men were leaping up and down
Their hats slapping on knees
Screaming loud expletives
Giving the dogs their pedigrees

The lambs swirled round in circles
Like a cyclone you can't ignore
Then going back and forth
Like frothy waves upon the shore

We found this entertaining
We clapped our hands with glee
The farmers were all furious
And now they're mad at me!