When I see sheep, I can't help but think... yarn! And something about driving is very inspiring. Therefore, a drive out of town passing sheep brought me this lovely poem, in the Limerick style:
Yarn on the hoof ran to me in great speed
poop on its bum and its wool full of seed
I wanted to shear it
but it wouldn't hear it
and ran off with the fuzz that I need
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