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The Modern Bo-Peep. The modern Bo-Peep drives a jeep, She does not care any more for her sheep. I saw her in town buying a new gown, Just to think of sheep causes her to frown. She still leaves them alone to find their way home, Many wander off and have a real good moan. Uses lipstick and dies her blond hair red, Wants to have fun could not care less what is said. Does not think of me lying here in my bed, Counting sheep that disappear before they enter my head. Do they still carry behind them their tails? Can they still follow the old sheep trails? I think that the modern Bo-Peep, Should be deprived of her sheep. Then I could be happy and drop off to sleep, And little Bo-Peep can keep her sheep. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/