Getting Her Goat
There once was a young lass
Who wanted some quick cash,
And one Sunday she did pray at mass
With God’s answer was ‘this surely will pass’.
Not knowing what to say
She left the church without a way
To get some pay
Then there appeared
Something at first, she feared
An evil goat who was the town joke.
Do you know how to count?
He asked trying to figure her out.
Why yes, she stated as he waited
I may have a job for you
Down at my private school
Teach my kind
To broaden their mind
If of course you have the time
Wait I must state
How much money will I get?
If I go along without a fret.
A couple of pences a day
I would say
And after a year you should have plenty of cheer.
But you are the evil goat
And I never said you were a joke.
I must ask what is your kind?
If you do not mind
I am not an evil goat
That is something that one misspoke
I am a beautiful creature see look at what I feature
And my kingdom awaits
For those who think I am great.
With no money
Her decision was not funny
Off she went
Knowing this will pay the rent
When she arrived at the private school
It really did look cool
But after a week these things started to speak
On the wall, in the student’s mall
These things were making the call
One two three
Do you know me?
Was the chant that was their rant.
Trying not to be mean
She visited the Dean
What he said made her feel like a sinner
And not a winner
How did she fall into this trap?
Of evil sap
Since it was the weekend, she went home
To her parent’s house where she was known
And when she explained about the chitter chatter
Her Father asked her “What was the matter?”
“There were rants and chants I nearly wet my pants”
“Oh!!!” Her Mother did cry
“You must have had a scare with that evil dare”
“I am going back!”
“And ready I will be for an attack”
As her parents smile
Knowing their child was ready to be wild
When Monday came
She was ready to play the game.
As the goat walked the hall
And the Dean enjoyed the mall
She sat in a room getting ready for the boom
Which would spell evil’s doom.
When where there be this special effect
That she must reject.
First there was a crackle and through her mind she was able to tackle
Then there was a crinkle and she was able to hold having to tinkle.
Frustrated the evil sound
Started to get the message things were going down.
One more try the evil did hiss
And once again it was an awful miss.
When all was set and done
The Goat and Dean admitted she had won
They did ask ‘how she completed the task?’
She replied dear
There is nothing here to fear
Except for the sound I hear
In the end she removed the listening plug
And walked right into a student’s hug
What is the lesson here?
If you want to win play it by ear.
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2019
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