Cross Eyed Goat
The cross-eyed goat
Looks like such a disgrace,
He spits and slobbers
His tongue hangs out of his face.
He trips and falls
On the kitchen floor,
Time to kick his butt
Out my front door.
He hits the door casing
On his way out,
I laughed so hard
Upon his face, he wore a pout.
On the ground
Where he landed on his face,
He lost all his
Style and grace.
I think the fall
Straightened out his eyes,
Around his head
Blue birds do fly.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
June.6/2005
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment