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Bah!, I say
Contributed by
norm
on
Friday, 9th May 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Couldn't sleep, there were pills that I bought
Consquently, I had a great thought.
If I lay down to sleep
with petite Miss Bo-Peep
She'd count sheep for me just like she aught.
For those who think evil intent
This was all theraputically meant,
Not a hair on her head
would I touch on that bed
I was there for the cure,.. not to vent.
Do you want to know if we stayed pure
If indeed, counting sheep, was the cure,
What they call a wife's tale
Counting sheep had to fail
From the sheep, all you get..is manure.
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norm
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2003-05-09 22:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Bah!, I say
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Monday, 14th July 2003 @ 11:19:18 AM AEST (User
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There's a bit more than manure
what it is I can't be sure
but I know it's something else quite wonderful
Don't they shear off all their coat
just before they start to moult
and we end up having tons and tons o' wool |
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