The Poems of the Saragun Civil War by Dame Daisy and Various Lambs
Introduction
The Poems of the Saragun Civil War between Goats and Lambs are presented this week. Everyday we will feature a poem by the Pygmy Goatess Dame Daisy Kloverleaf that she sent the Lambs of the Lambystan community in Saragun Springs and the reply poem from the Lambs, ostensibly written by their leader, but it appears that it was a team effort. This was perhaps the only Civil War in history that never escalated to violence. To paraphrase Sandberg, “We held a war but everyone went to lunch.” But, to quoth Daisy. “It was hotly hot by word.”
Leila
The First Pair of War Poems
“Haggisly” by Dame Daisy Kloverleaf
i
Little Lambs O little Lambs, thou annoy
Goatly measures of pride with silly ploys
It is so clear that you don’t give a damb
About becoming humble Ewes and Rams
ii
The cold hearted dastardly deedly deeds
That invade the garden of my sweet ease
Will not by I be soonly forgotten
Each of you is an apple quite rotten
iii
By the hot beat of my hooves I proclaim
This meadow will never be samely same
Until you recant calling me sour feta
Soonerly soon than laterly latuh
“Our Reply” by Shaytan Shotten, Viceroy of Lambystan
i
O dope Goatess who’s hardly the mostest
Everything you say does so offend us
The name of your “pomely” poem perchance
Infuriates the demons of Sheep dance
ii
I am spelling as slowly as I can
We know your mind is like a can of spam
You hold onto the stupid stuff you think
Forcing the best of us to smell the stink
iii
By ruminancy powers we declare
You will surrender your foul underwear
After we win the day on the field
Mighty Lambystan shall never yield!
Afterword
Well, there you have the flavor of the struggle.
L.A.
Saragun Springs 
Oh my giddy godfathers. That is hilarious. I have my tin helmet at the ready!!
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Thank you Diane
Yes the squabble never ends. But it is Daisy who keeps it going. She might be outnumbered 500 to 1 but she makes up for the deficiet with attitude!
Leila
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L.A.
The only Civil War in history (probably) that never escalated into violence is well worth reading about!
These eloquent creatures are curiosities of the highest order.
And they are always saying more things than they’re actually saying.
It occurred to me lately (again because I’d forgotten it) that the most of poetry actually goes on in between and around the words, i.e. in the silences that surround the words; the silences which speak anyway.
And the silences in your verses speak very loudly (in a good way) and quietly; not to mention the word witchery (and wizardry) that also goes on on the surface.
Awesome!
D.B.
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Hi Dale
The little fiends love verse over fight. Big talking little creatures. I do hope we have a bloodless Civil War in our dimension. But people have yet to proove ourselves to be as smart as Talkin Animals.
Thank you!
Leila
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Some greatly great rhymes in there. Will look forward to reading the rest of the war correspondence as it arrives latuh.
mick
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Thank you Mick
Oh yes many a word gets bent in the ruminant league.
Leila
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A geography note. Lambystan is just north of Dumfuqistan Pedodent 47iq’s home country, to which I hope he returns.
Yes, Leila I shamelessly highjackedly your story for my own notably.
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Thankily thank you, Doug.
Leila
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Hi Leila
I really like your rhyming verse! This is a very kind civil war. I like these poetic letters to the opposite parties. They talk tough, but elegant.
It did make me think of “The Battle of Bull Run” when the people brought picnic baskets to the slaughter. The same people that would surely be there early for the “Sunday Hangin.”
Christopher.
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Hello Christopher
Although the society has progressed I still believe that televised executions would win its time slot.
Evolution only takes us so far.
Thank you!
Leila
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