Little Bo Peep Sees a Therapist

The dizziness of daily thinking swim
Within a withering pool of oh-why-me,
For Bo Peep thinks that it was vaguely grim
That she misplaced her flock of two or three.
This happens most at night when she’s awake
To all the pain of never counting sheep,
For then she calculates what was at stake
And deep concerns deplete her shallow sleep.
She’s told to suck it in and out when called
By thoughts like these along the Bo Peep path,
For, yes, her little life’s completely stalled
And she should light some candles, fill a bath.
So, yes, she breathes and treats her pain in kind,
And finds her sheep were lost within her mind