I Softly Went A Huntin'

I softly went a huntin’

To find some softly sheep,

I cannot count without them

To lull me back to sleep.

 

‘Where art thou little fluffy?’

I called its nicky name,

And taken by the surplus

A hundred bleaters came.

 

I’ll never count them all in time,

I worried like my pal,

I only wants a little kip

Not like my Auntie Val.

 

She likes to sleep for England

And all the English men.

Sometimes she sleeps with 40

And sometimes only 10.

Reviews

[jcfrancis]

This is a fantastic poem! Love the classic style. I like the classic touches, and the introduction of Auntie Val. I'd love to see more like this!