Pandora; The Milking Goat Poem by Holmes Jim

When sis was little, about the age of ten,
She pleaded with Dad for a pet baby goat,
We lived in the country so he built a pen,
For a little kid goat with a soft velvet coat,

She named it "Pandora, the Dancing Queen",
She gave it fresh water and oats to eat,
It was hers to tend to and keep clean,
Faithfully she loved it, her world was complete,

Pandora grew throughout that year,
Sis was happy with her sweet precious pet,
Then came that day when she was struck with tears,
My sad little sis with sad eyes, swollen and wet,

For weeks she'd tried milking her little pet goat,
As time went on her frustration grew,
I remember my Dad calmly saying, and I'll quote,
"Honey, Pandora should have been called Marvin or Drew".