Sheep Poems

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So-Called "Professionalism"
by Igor Vykhovanets

Ass-Kissers

Ass-kissers all with endless greed—
Demand the juiciest treat.
Feed their backsides, then proceed
To climb the ranks, elite.

Find a better ass, you’ll rise—
In politics you’ll play.
But lose your own? You’ll pay the price—

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Junk Science
by Igor Vykhovanets

The True Colonel

"Our Colonel was born with a grip,"
He cursed with fury on his lip,
And for the BEASTS, he'd always wait—
"Meat assaults" he’d plan, a cruel fate.



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Making Not a Peep
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Little Bo-Peep adored playing hide and seek, hence the fond nickname;
Just as hued rainbow is named for its dazzle, so radiant over every lane!

Bo-Peep was eight, and lived on a farm. She had various loves and joys.
Her world was full of magic and make believe, and she had sparkly toys.

But Bo-Peep loved more than anything, tending peaceful, fleecy sheep,
A task she'd only recently started. She loved the gamboling and leaps!

Friends Frances and Faye flew kites with Bo-Peep, in berry colors, deep;

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Under the Pressure of Madness
by Igor Vykhovanets

Evening Dullness

The bitch called Boredom won’t attack —
A brand new day is on the track.
You’ll sleep it off, then slave again —
And boredom’s back by evening’s end.

It feeds on dusk like sacred bread.
A poet’s life is truly... strange:
You’re drained by lines inside your head —

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Recent Sheep Poems
So-Called "Professionalism"
by Igor Vykhovanets

Ass-Kissers

Ass-kissers all with endless greed—
Demand the juiciest treat.
Feed their backsides, then proceed
To climb the ranks, elite.

Find a better ass, you’ll rise—
In politics you’ll play.
But lose your own? You’ll pay the price—

......

Continue reading
Under the Pressure of Madness
by Igor Vykhovanets

Evening Dullness

The bitch called Boredom won’t attack —
A brand new day is on the track.
You’ll sleep it off, then slave again —
And boredom’s back by evening’s end.

It feeds on dusk like sacred bread.
A poet’s life is truly... strange:
You’re drained by lines inside your head —

......

Continue reading
Junk Science
by Igor Vykhovanets

The True Colonel

"Our Colonel was born with a grip,"
He cursed with fury on his lip,
And for the BEASTS, he'd always wait—
"Meat assaults" he’d plan, a cruel fate.



-------------------------

......

Continue reading
Making Not a Peep
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Little Bo-Peep adored playing hide and seek, hence the fond nickname;
Just as hued rainbow is named for its dazzle, so radiant over every lane!

Bo-Peep was eight, and lived on a farm. She had various loves and joys.
Her world was full of magic and make believe, and she had sparkly toys.

But Bo-Peep loved more than anything, tending peaceful, fleecy sheep,
A task she'd only recently started. She loved the gamboling and leaps!

Friends Frances and Faye flew kites with Bo-Peep, in berry colors, deep;

......

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