There was an old goat_ who ate a poem i wrote.
It was a dismay to me_ i wanted everyone to see.
The goat ran away with my poem in bits_ i guess out it will come from where it sits.
So if you see an old goat running around_ please have a look down on the ground.
If you see it in pieces and bits here and there_ don’t touch it, you see it has been eaten, oh dear!
Just shovel it and bag it and throw it away_ I’ll just write another poem and post it today! db
funny poem about a goat eating my poem.