Tea And Sheep

It's early in the morning and I'm making tea
Out the window I look and up in my tree
It's those damn sheep having a laugh
I see one about to drop my most prized bath
There's another sheep just about to pee

I take ignore them and draw a tea bag
I put it in my kettle as my spirits sag
Those sheep are really making me pissed
I add another tea bag bad luck I missed
That really does it now I'm really mad

I rush outside pistol in hand
"Oi you sheep, get off me land"
My pistol fires not once but twice
Those pesky sheep will pay the price
One is struck and it falls into my pit of sand

The other sheep flee with fear in their eyes
They're followed by there troublesome flies
I sigh with relief theyre finally gone
I turn round to find my kettles not on
It bleats and I realise, it's a sheep in disguise

The tea bag I placed in my 'kettle' was eaten
I raise a fist, I really won't be beaten
The sheep cowers in fear then dodges by fluke
Then to my horrer it begins to puke
All over my fresh crisp whit chiton