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Insomniac's Lament

Now I lay me down to sleep, 
I’m feverishly counting sheep …
Hoping that the perfect number 
Rewards me with a dreamless slumber.

Envisioning the sylvan state, 
I close my eyes and concentrate 
On willing ev’ry fuzzy shape 
To leap in order through the gate.  

I trust they’ll form a proper queue 
And, decorously stepping through
In ranks of three for my review, 
Pass by my vision ewe by ewe.

But will they do this? Will they ‘eck! 
They’re making me a nervous wreck! 
They leap the hedge, and come back round 
And thus my counting do confound.

And then they dance! I swear they do! 
They link their arms and sashay through … 
They buck-and-wing, and twist, and spin,
Each sheepish face a saucy grin … 

And while these woolly matrons rumba … 
I’ve clean forgot the flippin’ number! 
So then I’m back to number one 
And wishing I had ne’er begun! 

Till, once more, frazzled and forlorn,
I’m wide awake to greet the dawn.

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  1. Date: 2/2/2012 10:07:00 AM
    I love this! I especially like the 5th stanza. The image of those dancing sheep is hilarious. Great work. This is going as one of my favs. Love, Kim

  1. Date: 2/2/2012 9:18:00 AM
    Love it. I never could go to sleep counting sheep, they always do something more interesting than jumping over a fense and I get to watching rather than counting and then I don't want to go to sleep. Mike