The Goat: A Poem in Three Stanzas
There once was a restaurant in Guam.
You don't want to bring your mom.
There was a goat
In a fur coat.
And weird things were going on.
The goat was up on the stage.
He was amazing given his age.
There were lots of questions.
A few suggestions.
Then he got back in his cage.
The cage was down on the floor.
It was locked the night before.
We heard the goat
Scream from his throat.
When they took him back to the store.
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