Lonely as a cloud

I wondered lonely as a cloud
so my feet now hurt like hell
I stopped to scratch my arse a while
but it made my fingers smell.
I came across a host of sheep
all standing in a line
a passer by reported me
now I face a hefty fine
I must remember, on country walks
to shut the farmyard gates
and not to view farm animals
as ideal sexual mates

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