The Sheepish Dog

Always at the end of his jokes She heads off to visit her folks Being a blonde is no fun So off she does run For sometime away from her bloke So into the country she heads This blonde who is now a brunette But on the road she does meet A woolly flock off nice sheep As she slams on the anchors in sweat To the shepherd she offers to ask How many you have is my task If I guess it dead right I take one home tonight As she hopes to lose this blonde mask She counts as she guesses bang on There is one hundred and seventy one Slowly looking around She takes the one sitting down Feeling shes on a home run Now the shepherds been left so agog Amazed at this brunette road hog Her shade of hair he has guessed Birth blonde you are blessed It's not a sheep you have, it's my dog