Summers here and oh! boyo I am back in Wales on my brothers sheep farm, surrounded by fricking fucking white sheeps, big ones, little ones, fat ones, thin ones, all as dumb and stupid as ever. Same ol' - same ol' every fricking day, some laze around, some huddle together doing the same old thing, the follow each other around and copy each other, just a bunch of dopey brainless gits. Most afternoon now with the sunny weather, I have to sit in the fields and watch them, watch their pueril existence, their brainless antics, their silly gaits, their slimey smelly mouths and horrible teeth, their white fleece coated with mud and dust, a lot of them love mud, yea mud hence their dumb muddy minds. Why do they sometimes stand there just shaking their stupid empty heads baa..ing like they have something important to say. What does a dumb sheep know, who listens to the dumbass opinion of a white sheep except another sheep. The lambs gambol about playfully, all they want to do is skip, hop jump and play about the place, the litle morons, vacant, brainless, unclued, unaware of what lays ahead for them. I cant help feeling sorry for them, the mutton chops. The big rams swagger about like drunken louts in Tiger Bay, their little penises extracted, looking to jump on any ewe in sight for their sixty seconds of pleasure. How laughable, they dismount and you can actually see the look of contempt in the ewes faces. 'Is that all, Mr White Ram, hope that wasnt too much trouble for you?' they seem to say. To relieve boredom, I sometimes tease them, throw a ball amongst them, watch the fuckers scatter and run, their big eyes seeing whats not there, their useless mind confused, their big ears flapping aound like the hung balls of the rams. Then its back to what they do best, gathering together, following each other - monkey see, monkey do! Yea, its summer and that's what lies ahead for me, till i go back to Uni in September. Watching the fucking stupid god forsaken sheep, the fucking wankers amusing themselves in their brainless comfy world till market day and their rendevous with the bacon machine, thats if the foxes dont get them first.