That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 15, 2024

My original post in 2017:

Susan realized that job prospects for Art History majors were not that great in Wyoming.

/// The young shepherdess with her flock knits,

while her dog, all around the flock, flits.

If she counted her sheep

she would fall fast asleep,

so she looks the wrong way, she admits.

Corrine, dreading the thought of mutton for dinner again.

Eunice’s peers voted her “Most outstanding in her field!”

Teenage girls had trouble figuring out what to do with their thumbs before the cellphone.

The evidence IS HERE. These little beggars ate my lunch.

“Unbeknownst to her a wolf in sheep’s clothing stole all of her flock as she was staring at he phone.”

“They wanted me to star as ‘Little Red Riding Hood’, but I fought against being typecast. It’s ironic, that the costume under this coat is also red”.

They were found with shear wit and skill.

Marissa didn’t often feel sorry for herself, but if she had known as a mail order bride she was going to end up on the backside of beyond in Wyoming, she would have stayed in Hungary.

There must be an adage that is something like “A woolgatherer will gather no wool”.

Julie realizing IKEA wasn’t the best choice to order a wool blanket

Roseanna McCoy may look all sweet and innocent standing out among her sheep like that, but before you go asking her to the prom, remember – she has four brothers. And shepherds are all heavily armed and very sensitive.

(They have to be – their greatest investment walk around on 4 little legs and are easily stolen by predators lupine or human)

She is among her sheeple…

Moniqué was embarrassed. Even all the sheep and her dog got upwind of her when she’d had Brussels sprouts for lunch.

The sheep finally got all together for their revolution over the great herder, but they soon found none of them could actually take the lead.

Once she realized her dog did his best work when he wasn’t micro managed, she had more time for Facebook.

Actually, it was the dog who found them, but what her followers don’t know won’t hurt them.

“I just wish that wandering band of randy town ruffians would stop mistaking me for a sheep…”

Are the sheep wagging their tails behind them?

It was the only job she could find to make ends meet while her new husband was in the army.

“Am I using this dowsing rod wrong? I’m looking for water, but all I’m finding are meadow muffins.”

Heidi hates picking up after the sheep.

Shepherdess with her Flock: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:1863 oil on canvas paintings in France" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Millet, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by merely clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #1789 (9/26/17) (February 14, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 4 works by him have been used here (5 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the September 26, 2017, strip being its first use. The May 21, 2020, strip has the prior by him.

“Dancing Sheep to Sheep”

Heaven- I’m in Heaven/

Or perhaps I’m in this business way too deep/

But it looks like people think that I’m a creep/

Since I spend my evenings dancing sheep to sheep..///

When the night grows dark/

And she tells me that I’m cheap/

If I get nowhere/

with a female fair/

I go dancing sheep to sheep..///z

When a woman’s cold/

I head to the fold:/

It’s the place I like to sleep/

Amidst females hairy/

(And quite unwary)/

I go dancing sheep to sheep..//

Once I tried to scr#w /

a kangaroo/

But I couldn’t make the leap/

And an elephant/

said “No – you can’t!”/

So I’m dancing sheep to sheep..///

When the weather’s cold/

and the breeze grows bold/

And the night is dark and deep/

And the North wind howls/

Since I’m scared of owls//

I go dancing sheep to sheep..///

Once I thought I’d dare/

To attempt a mare/

But I landed in a heap/

Her stallion’s kick/

nearly broke my d1ck/

So I’m dancing sheep to sheep…///

O, I want my arms around ewe/

It’s just what I do/

When I’m lonely and blue*…/////

Heaven- I’m in Heaven..

Though I might prefer to be with Meryl Streep/

But I can’t ( because her price is way too steep)/

I’ll console myself with dancing sheep to sheep…

*this break in meter introduces the instrumental bridge, should you be singing this ( as Ishmael hopes you are)

“Bergère avec son troupeau,” 1863

Il y avait une belle bergère/

Qui dansait quand la lune etait claire/

“Etoile” aurait elle pu/

Until she threw a shoe/

And succumbed to a ligament tear..

Teddy did say to speak softly and carry a big stick …

Can you watch my sheep for a while?

How many sheep do you have?

More than you can shake a stick at.

Some comments from the earlier posting …

Call me Ishmael: nothing is that great in Wyoming. It’s Alabama without the “charm”.

Call me Ishmael: “Do you herd sheep?” My granma said. My grandpa leapt with fright! “Your grammar’s wrong,” said Grandpa – “HAVE you heard sheep is right!”

Radish the wordsmith: Using the high tech Tesla Stick In The Ground to recharge her I Phone using the earth’s magnetic field.

For tomorrow:

It’s a Really impressive spigot/

she’s the rascal who knew how to rig it/

In a shape “phalliform:/

When the water gets warm/

You can understand why the chicks dig it,.