Here's a poem that will get your goat
But my goat ate my poem.
I'll get him for that
He ate all that i wrote.
I wrote such wounderous words
And all he does is burp
It's absurd.
Now all I can do
Is not let him get my goat
The words that I wrote
Were hastey and few
The goat that I had made such a great stew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... I needed that! {: -) Shirley