I was counting on the sheep
to get me to sleep;
but, they bleated about
like a rain shower in a drought;
and then the roof leaked.
.
To say my curiosity was piqued
was to speak about me
and my inquisitive self;
and it’s best not to do that;
leave nosing on the shelf
and pretend not to see.
.
Whether I am or not
is a moot point –
as some moot pointed out to me
the other day,
or maybe a century ago –
it was one or the other,
I uncertainly certainly do not know.
