Frolicking Sheep

Before I go to sleep

I have to count my sheep

But there’s one who’s bad

That can upset me and make me sad

Number 22 is a right royal pain

My loss is number 22’s gain

Where is number 22?

What is that sheep up to?

A sheep in wolf’s clothing

No doubt up for cloning

 The black sheep of the family

Is my sheep with you or me?

Whenever I send my sheep to Coventry

Number 22’s in another vicinity

Number 22, the bane of my life

If I wasn’t a veggie, that sheep would be under my knife

Before I go to sleep

I have to count my sheep

I count from 1 to 21 and 22’s not there

I am more than patient, and always fair

So I begin again at 23 keeping my eyes shut

Why’s 22 always such a pain in the butt?

You; yes you, number 22

Have you an answer, give me a clue

Why can’t you just play the game?

Instead of being such a pain

Why can’t you just follow the other sheep?

And give me a decent night’s sleep?

© Andrea Coltman