Ere the Err of the Ewe -edited

[rayheinrich]

Spiraling towards efficiency
The grey sweater vanished,
Yet err had a tendency
To crumble amongst the bushes,
While a predicament flows by;
To lie and weep
Some type of sublime cry,
While I tended my ewe
Ere they disappeared my view,
Granted to greener pastures
As greenest cannot exist,
Within these boundaries reminisced.

I'd go with  "Ere the Err of the Ewe" because it's a better fit to the poem.
Love the line: "Spiraling towards efficiency".
Line 5: There's got to be a better word than "flow" .

But overall: exceedingly clever!
Ray