18 July 2012
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
Tea And Sheep • Opuss № I