Little Bo Peep the Aftermath
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,
they didn't return home at the beep,
making Little Bo Peep cry and weep.
She searched everywhere her sheep
always loved to go when they creep.
Poor Little Bo Peep is unable to sleep
it's been a week still can't find her sheep.
After two weeks going without sleep,
the dust began piling up in a heap.
Stating she's too tired to even sweep.
When asked why she's unable to sleep,
saying that she's always counted sheep
to aide in the onslaught of going to sleep.
One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven bleep.
How I would love some ZZZZZ's to reap.
Instead of counting your real sheep
when trying hard to get to sleep.
Try counting the toy sheep that you keep.
Smiling Little Bo Peep went to bed with a leap.
counted toy sheep, uttering not even a peep.
Laying there fast asleep, she fell deep
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