[Stumped]

Hi Folks . . . I too have a bit of a knack for writing poetry. Have had several published over the years and featured regularly when the Observer ran it's poets corner.. Maybe we should petition to have it back!

Regards, etc . . . Stumped

Counting Sheep

I’m sick of counting sheep at night,
The critters won’t keep still,
They’ll jump the hedge, then turn about,
To run back down the hill,
They mess around and chew the cud,
Whilst I just toss and turn,
I simply cannot concentrate,
I wish the beasts would learn.

I’m done with counting sheep at night,
The theory don’t work,
The stupid creatures test me so,
Then vanish in the murk,
They trample on my every whim,
Conspire to turn me blue,
Till daylight filters through the gloom,
And finds me in a stew.

End