I was at a meeting today, travelling for hours by train, and I had decided to write a poem there. seated in the train, I realized I had forgotten today's topic! Oof. And I lost one of my home knit and deliciously warm mittens as well. What a luck the meeting was a nice occasion, with nice and encouraging people and with a very good outcome. Now it's late - and sheep is a thing to count to fall asleep. But Poerty Monday needs a poem. These three small ones have to suffice.
Sheep is one of those words
That are hard to use if you think
now what is the plural ... herds?
It'll bring you right to the brink.
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Sheep is one of those words
that makes me stop up and think
of jacalopes, Boundin' and birds.
You know that a sheep can be pink!
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Sheep are a wonder indeed!
From pastures where they go and feed
they bring you whatever you need
to keep you in warm socks and tweed.
And today on my way to the meeting, walking the streets of Hillerød, (where I met the 001) I saw a car with number 008.
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Up and coming topics:
January 20: Sheep (today)
January 27: Silver
February 3: Funky
February 10: Funny
February 17: Fidgety
February 24: Fluffy
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I am sorry that you lost your mitten and very glad the meeting was a good one.
SvarSletThank you for the sheep poems. Sheep are surprisingly pink just after shearing.
The plural of sheep is sheep, which is weird. I'm thankful for their wool, though I often can't wear wool for the itching, but some of the finer quality brands seem to be okay, though they are more expensive, mostly I buy acrylic for jumpers, hats and gloves.
SvarSlet