Heaps Of Sheeps - Robert Wyatt

I realised my fists were clenched,

I stretched my fingers to relax.

Still not sleeping, I tried counting sheep.

One by one,

They leapt across the fence

Constructed for them,

Right to left,

Across the fence I bad constructed.

Having jumped,

They refused further direction.

Each sheep, where it landed,

Refusing to exit, remained.

(Certain a vast writhing heap

Growing fast on the left).

Try as I might,

I could not stop them entering

Once again.

Try as they might,

Not one could leave the stage.

I realised my fists were clenched.

I stretched my fingers.

Each sheep were it landed,

Refusing to exit, remained.

(Creating a vast writhing heap

Growing quickly on one side).

Try as they might,

Not one could leave the stage,

Try as I might,

I could not stop them entering,

Once again.

No longer daring to close my eyes,

Still not sleeping.

I realised my goose was cooked

I wondered shipshaped on the shore.