Counting Sheep

It's one in the morning And I can't get to sleep So I've tried various things Like counting some sheep, But they just won't stay still They keep 'milling around Backwards and forwards All over the ground. To make matters worse What on earth can I do When this big randy ram Keeps mounting a ewe. There's no sense of shame Not a sign of shock As they're doing all this I'm front of the flock Who just keep on milling And munching the grass And tooing and froing In a big woolly mass. It's being watched by the cow With the big crumply horn Who seems to be enjoying This display of soft ****. And I sigh with despair As this ruminant steed Keeps ravishing more ewes And spreading his seed It's two in the morning And I'm still wide-awake Counting sheep is no good For heavens blooming sake And to my despair As insomnia get worse I ve switched on an iPad to write This bit of dodgy verse. And while I wasn't watching Littkrb Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue Have crept under the haycock And they're at it too. If only it was possible To just quickly reach out To fetch that randy pair A good solid clout And that bloody idiot who said It would help me to sleep If i closed my eyes and counted Some Imaginary sheep