I swear I saw that beast,

I never told a lie.

The sheep he wished to feast,

That, you can’t deny.

 

I stood still,

While he stared at me.

I felt ill

And doubted my reality.

 

My scream broke free,

It was quite loud.

My neighbors rushed to see,

And formed a giant crowd.

 

“LOOK THERE!” I shouted,

But he had left.

My neighbors doubted,

Leaving me bereft.

 

The wolf returned once more,

And though I did yelp and wail,

My screams did they ignore.

My sheep he did inhale.

 

Now I’m the town liar,

A bad example for the youth.

I should be called the town crier,

Because I told the truth.