Stopping By A Sheep Farm On An Autumn Evening

Stopping By the Farm on an Autumn Evening
A very loose adaptation of Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening: By Robert Frost

Who’s sheep farm these are I do not know?
His house is probably beyond the fence though.
He will not see me stopping here
To raid his fridge and watch his shows.

The little sheep must think it queer
To see a stranger stopping here
Walking along the tree line’s path
The leaves pile neatly along the way and nowhere else?

They give a bah and a woolly shake
as only sheep can really make.
No other sounds around
make my escape easy as cake.

The farm would be lovely to linger longer
But I have Krissa’s laundry duties to keep
Loads and loads in a big huge heap…
Loads and loads in a big huge heap…

If you want to know what the heck this is all about, check out my very funny blog buddy Krissa’s WordPress header (you say “masthead” I say header let’s call the whole thing off) theme story challenge. It’s all just in fun and games until someone pokes an eye out.