A tired young man with no sleep
Heard it would help to count sheep
Made his way up to ten
But got scared by a hen
And the big stick of Little Bo Peep
Percy pig was feeling quite shaken -
He'd heard pigs were slaughtered for bacon
Turning white as a sheet
He then started to bleat
As a sheep could he be mistaken!
Entered into 101 in a row contests ~14
sponsored by PD Linda:-)
17th June 2016
We know knitters knit wool from skeins,
and when wet, us the wearer complains,
for our pullovers shrink,
and so this made me think,
why don't sheep ever shrink when it rains?
I live on a farm in the sky;
we milk all the pigs as they fly;
at harvest we reap
the eggs from the sheep,
and shear woolly cows in a sty.
“One day, I’ll fin’lly align
This horrible, putrid design;
I’ll start at the crown,
And work my way down,”
Said the sheep at the end of the line.
A fellow by the name of Ole Pistol Pete
Once had this real special technique
He just had to think
His eyes he would blink
Ladies would follow Pistol Pete like sheep
© Jack Ellison 2013
Like sheep on a steep rocky slope,
We need to have guidance to cope.
We might fall and slide down
To the sea and all drown.
Heed the ShepherdHe’s our only hope.
There once was a dream in my sleep
I was out in the fields with my sheep
I wanted to pee
Let it out with glee
I woke up with in a puddle in my keep.
once a sheep dog named percy
licked a farmer quite slurply
then a homeless cow
with mimicked bowwow
licked them both without mercy.
Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep
Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap
Thought I might as well rise
Stead of giving it a try
Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!
You found a way to dismiss us, didn't you
Thought "we the people" really had no clue
The laws that congress passes
Apply only to the masses
May November find you feeling blue
In economy led of beastly mind,
Upon a political serpentine.
All strives of wickedness kicks,
Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).
As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).
For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
You fixin' to get CLIPPED (clueless beast!)
Or dismembered for a mutton feast
Make a break from your breeders
Don't follow lyin' leaders!
Or you gonna' get FLEECED (at the least!)
***For Carolyn's Contest
There once was a leader called Blair
To the Iraqi war he declared
Like little lost sheep
None of his party did weep
Not one was found dead lying there
My brown kelpy outback dog
Quite often gets on the grog,
He chases his tail constantly,
Briefly stopping to scratch a flea,
Then, off with the sheep to play leap-frog.
Humans are like sheep, bound to comply
One says, “jump,” others say, “how high?”
Some are born leaders
Some are born breeders
Prefer the latter coz I'm a stud, I can't lie
© Jack Ellison 2015
I've given up my right to keep
Active in Political Speak
So I don't vote election day
I just follow along the way
Now, I lay me down as Sheep
That night once again tossing and turning,
having very badly a sleepy yearning,
like little Bo Peep,
missing some sheep,
sheep hiding thinking its time for a shearing.
Little Bo Peep, taxed out of her sheep
How many does Big Oh need to keep?
Leading them about
With rhetorical shout
Over pomp and circumstance knee deep
Jun 26 2010 For Carolyn's "Follower" contest
The Latin words sopor quies
Sound just like Hebrew spor keves !
So to help you sleep deep,
We now tell you "count sheep !"
That pun's for a polyglot, yes?
Makes My Day
(Perfect Iambic Horn Limerick)
I have heard what will make my day;
When God lets me have my own way;
Count many sheep;
Then go to sleep;
While in heaven with Him will stay.
Murder of a Sheep Herder
On a tall cross that had a girder
They caused what was to be murder
Of Son of God our sheep herder.
Count All My Sheep
Each time before I will go to sleep;
Start out by counting all my sheep;
Will spare my care;
Hope they are their;
One was missing and sadly did weep.
I slept in our bed sound asleep
Under the covers i felt a hand creep
It was my American dove
Who had given me a shove
For my snoring had left her counting sheep
Young Theodore loved nothing more than sleep
Never once had he ever counted sheep
But when he hit puberty
He got excited, you see
Fell for a stripper named 'Little-Bo-Peep'