Saturday, 7 February 2015

Black Sheep Buckley

In the strident Yorkshire Ridings
Weaving ways on yarns gone by
Winter knitwear in a sheepskin full
Nothing woolly in the dye

In the Dales of amazing grazing
As the flock gets Saturday rammed
Reviewing the day at the end of play
Grouped together beer dip jammed

Shepherds pie or Irish stew
Forty pints of Black Sheep Ale
With sheepish grin now wearing thin
Black Sheep Buckley looking pale

All that now behind him
Calling halt to the weekend riot
Fast asleep not counting sheep
Dreaming Monday morning's diet

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