Carnival Roundabout
Marmaduke our winning ram
won the raffle and home he came
T’weren’t US who won HIM at the show
the judges messed that up, you know.
saying ‘here’s your special prize
for guessing both his weight and size’
The Marm who wasn’t any ram
he chased the cows and drained Dad’s dam
he grew and spread with every day
eating cats and dogs and hay
And when the next show came around
Marm went on the roundabout
Another girl then took him home
My sister Jill, and home he came
Julie Cahill
Thank you, Jeanne. Xx