My Little Black Goat. Poem by Tony Adah

My little black goat
Was faster than lightning
In everything he did
He also had efficient
Automatic break system
That worked in many ways
To help his crooked ways.

My little black goat
Was a stunt
Stuttering his bleats
Looking here and there
With his sharp black eyes
Everything about him was black
His short black horns
Black hoaves and a stunted black goatee.

No matter how vigilant I was
My little black goat
Stole corn from my silo
And when I suspected he was there
He made ground shaking strides
And in a jiffy he was gone
It was gain I had him as a friend
It was pain I had him stealing my wares
In all it was fun having him around.

When it coughed at night
And disturb my sleep
I would want to know
What's wrong with him
But he was too black
To be seen at night
Until the next morning
When he comes around
Chewing his usual curd
And I will be glad
To see him again.