A sheep is a very good friend of mine.
A sheep is a good thing to have in rhymes.
They're white and fluffy, and they can be cute.
I wonder if a sheep could make a boot?
Ha ha, this poem really really sucks.
You all must pay me several hundered bucks.
Or vampire sheep will come in dead of night,
And have a vicious sheepy battle fight.
Did you know that real life isn't real?
That is, at least, is what the sheep all feel.
They told me if I want the world I must,
Kill all of the people that I trust.
now that doesn't make sense.oh well
The sheep will rule the world if I will help,
They promise to destroy all the world's felt,
So wool and wool alone the world will use,
*I wonder what blows up when I light this fuse?*
OH GOD! I just blew up all of the sheep!!
At least there's lots of meat for me to eat.
And so this poem finally comes to end,
I guess I'll need to find some other friends.