The Shepherd and The Goat

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In the glen of Pulmapuddin
in the year of thirty-four
a shepherd lad was sleeping by a hedge
after getting plenty food in
and ten pints, or maybe more
in his local pub, The Underpants and Wedge.
A tickle in his nostril rose
to wake him with a sneeze
that brought him to his feet before he knew:
The poor lad cried, "Lawd, stone the crows!
And smite me with disease!
Look there! I never saw a goat that flew!"

Before him up above the trees
and munching on a cloud
a goat with wings was hanging in the air.
The goat cried down, "Excuse me please,
I may be lean and proud,
but might I beg some mustard, if you care?
You see, this cloud's so bland and thin,
it hasn't got much whoomph:
Some mustard might just make it nice and flavoury."
The shepherd moaned, "I've got none in!"
The goat roared out "Harrumph!"
then bit the shepherd's head off. "Ummm. Brain. Savoury."
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    I like that Fins, it's teh funny......The Underpants & Wedge - hehehehehee.....those whacky British pub names......:D.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Haha, thanks. At one point I was thinking about getting the goat to send the shepherd on a romantic quest for Princess Repugna's mustard (locked away in a treasure chest in some perilous chapel of Castle Crochety). The shepherd would bring back the mustard to the goat and win the prize of a free download of Pearl Jam at the Gorge. But my dinner was cooking downstairs so I had to hurry up and finish the poem, to dish my chili up.

    :)

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