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Who Got My Goat? I went to town to get a goat or two brought them home to see what they would do In my clearing, I used a pen to try and keep my goats within but got an inkling they'd be gone as they ate the paper I wrote upon Just as soon as I turned my back The pulled a disappearing act I hesitated and cleared my throat Before I yelled.....".Who got my goat" I always wondered where they went If my time gone by was well spent Now every night before I go to sleep I count goats, instead of sheep. |
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Cute.
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Not bad at all Jiminy. What happened to the Poets tree - I think thats what it was called.
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Jose got your goat. He said it was delicious. Fossil way down south to Mexico And if an illegal came up How not to end up as his sup i got my goat one these an Obamaphone, if you please And if an illegal comes.... do this say "chingar te", and call the INS Eat "goat no more" illegals must go for ill eagles are only allowed to eat crow.
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