Copyright Sandra Crook
Consider the diligent sheep
Lulling you gently to sleep
Each unaware
As they hang in mid-air
You’re counting on them to leap
When a ram starts to block
The lamb of the flock
Out of sheer enjoyment
The flock starts to run
Including the one
You’ve given steady employment
Disturbed by this chaotic turn
Emotions steadily burn
You rise from your bed
Consumed by the dread
Another night’s rest you will spurn
Sheep are unreliable
Simply not to be trusted
They’re fluffy; ‘tis true
But much of the ewe
Are dyed in the wool mutton-headed dolts, says I
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Honie Briggs 
Wonderfully clever limerick!
Hey! Thank you for stopping by.
Honie, Funny poem. Maybe the problem was that ram butting in. Pardon my pun but I couldn’t resist. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
That’s all rams are good for, isn’t it? Thanks, Susan.
Tell me, Honie. Have your lambs stopped screaming?
🙂
Very clever. I did the same thing this time – wrote tongue-in-cheek just because.
Just because you are good at it. Very nice, Alicia. Thanks.
Very funny. (yawn-not out of boredom) No, sometimes we just aren’t in control at all.
Control is overrated. Maybe.
Dear Honie,
The sheep puns are a-hoof this week, aren’t they? Counting sheep never works for me when I can’t sleep. I usually resort to bad television sitcoms. Funny stuff. Thanks for starting my day with a grin.
shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
I have never been successful at counting sheep. When I can’t sleep, I write.
Pleasant Dreams,
Honie
Love it, Honie! I loved your ending too.
Thanks, Amy. I’m glad you enjoyed my bit of silliness.
Wonderfully funny. I was under the misapprehension we were in control of the ones we counted in out heads. Oh well. 🙂
It would be nice to control what goes on in our heads. Not all of us have perfected that skill. Ha! Thank you for commenting.
Great fun. Love the last line.
I’ve been needing to have some great fun.
Dear Honie, Good poem – you are so very clever! Nan 🙂
Nan, you are so very kind. 🙂
Hahahaha! Great poem and terrific ending, Honie. You’re knocking them dead.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to be silly. Nothing is more silly than a sheep stampede, right?
Loved your “ewe”nique take on the prompt.
Thanks!
Thankfully it didn’t have one of those mushy happy endings.
Mushy isn’t my specialty. But you know that already, don’t you?
I may have picked that up somewhere.
Funny, Honie! 🙂
Laughing is good for us. Thanks for stopping by for a giggle.
Lol…bad poetry is better than gross poetry. I’d rather have an “ugh” than a “ewe”.
Agreed. Gross is just, well, gross.
Cute and funny poem!
Sometimes we have to write just for fun.