in the starchy days of the victorian era
there was a bearded goat, the noble caballero
he had a heart of gold, was an opium wars hero
he was a strict vegan with a soft spot for madeira
the goat was head of the royal spy agency ‘chimera’
one day he was in a hurry because of an urgent case
and by chance swept off a table the queen’s favourite vase
moreover, he nudged a box of royal tissues from its place
unfortunately for him ill news always flies apace
and in a blink of an eye the goat lost the queen’s grace
next day another qualified as head of the secret vow
while the poor clumsy goat hitched a rope over a royal bough
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Poor goat🥲
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It’s always the goats that suffer. 😦
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Yeah 🥲
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Not the goat! 😂
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😂🤣😆
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that poor clumsy old goat. that is what say to me a lot.
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I don’t get it said to me but I’m pretty sure a lot of folks think it! 😆
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lol
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Well, he got her goat.
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Ba-dum-TISH! 🤣
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My first goat rondeau prime, and so well done 😊
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Tati will be so grateful for that assessment, Em. Thanks so much for reading as always! 😄🙏
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