Sheep

Sheep know their limitations. They do not attempt to fly They do not examine the sky. They go from munch to munch With a sideways crunch On permanent lunch. Sheep are untroubled by Existential matters As to when they are going to die. The highlight of their week Is having a leak. And have you noticed That sheep have grotty bums, Which is why they usually choose To face their chums. Left to grow like hedges, Would flocks of sheep balloon, Would they float off up to the moon With their tight permed hair And their black tap-dancing shoes, Like little old ladies visiting the angels? Grazing the clouds, white cumuli on stalks.