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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Well my life was pretty good Till Mom made me walk the goat. And all I had to do it with Was a piece of measly rope. The reason for this tragedy- Embarrassing,to say the least; Our foolish goat had indulged herself In a very gluttonous feast. When dinner was served the other day She swallowed more than chewed. Eating more than the other goats; A sickly amount of food. We found her on the floor, Stomach in distress. Painfully bemoaning Her self-inflicted mess. So Mom decided a plan To ease her stomach pain: Every day I'd walk her (And in the process go insane). I harnessed her with rope And tried to get her out. The others kept escaping Despite my every shout. At last I got them in, With my patient this removed. Descending the goat shed stairs Was the next thing I had to do. I tried to lead her down But she just stood there at the top. Pushing and pulling didn't work- It was like trying to move a rock. So I picked up the stubborn thing And brought her down myself. Our goat had made it clear That she would be no help I brought her to a trot And ran her several laps. "Why am I her doing this?" Is a question I'd often ask. I restrained her many attempts To wander around and forage. Dining on toxic plants Was a habit I had to discourage. She then became uninterested, Proceeding to lie down. In spite of my tugs and pulls She stubbornly held her ground. I had to haul her up Despite her loud complaints. I tied her to a tree And left her thus restrained. I heard her bleats for help But didn't regret a thing. My patience was out the window- Too late for sympathy. A whole week,I did this, To help that infernal goat. By the end of the ordeal I was starting to lose all hope. Our dear goat is fine now; She's no longer in the red. I've had enough of watching goats; I'd rather watch chickens instead.
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