Andrew Nawroski

Rookie (10-10-2000 / Belper Derbyshire)

Mind Of A Surrealist Sheep - Poem by Andrew Nawroski

A walking cloud I nibble and chew
Most of all day and morning dew
I walk around then to my knee’s will fall
And scream out at nothing at all
Wearing the strangest coat of finest twist
That’s all fluffed out like morning mist
I am great in bed as a woolly vest
From which I am sure you can guess the rest.

And when it grows much to long
I’ll scream out a wanting song
So farmer shears can lop it off with such care
Then leave me to run around all naked and bare
In his field I nibble away
Whilst milky cow chews her hay.

And when I’m done as night does fall
I’ll lay down for awhile away from it all
And if I cant sleep due to unrest
I’ll count people wearing my vest.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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