I once knew a shepherd named Sadie
Whose business was just a touch shady.
She had 79 sheep
When she went to sleep
Then she rounded them up and had 80.
Tag Archives: Sheep
Trouble Sleeping
I dreamt that I was sleeping
A dreamless sort of sleep.
Then my dream was invaded
By countless uncounted sheep.
I counted the invaders
And so fell asleep again.
This poem may be real or not,
But either way it’s zen.
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