Earliest Sunrise Sheep Count

ewe know the ceiling


b’fore nautical dawn

my laptop groaned out of hibernation

making mother sounds like a baby

needing to be turned


its bottom was too hot (.)


set on its edge to get some air

eye read uncyclopedia slant lines

through distortion glasses

(2.75 readers can this be?)


worthless coins from my pocket hide their heads (.)

yesterday they were aliens

today we will be free (,)

our tails too cold to travel south

no matter which way is ^ up

3.14159 . . . is not a round number!