In Sheep Street Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In Sheep Street
The houses small and
Grumpy
In Sheep Street
The houses
Cry at night
For they be pained
To view the woes of Earth
Of day
As in a film
That’s magic!
There’s magic in Sheep Street
And
Round the old, old, ancient
Town
It spreads, corner to
Corner,
Round and round, mist or no
mist
And then you sleep, my Monsignor
At Dawn
Or little later I
Seeing the break of yet another day
Will hie to you
Full of things and of tales
In Sheep Street, my Monsignor!