This poem was inspired by the REAL Morrocan Tree Climbing Goats they are amazing, that much so they made me want to write a short poem about them!
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One young man an american fellow wanted to buy some sheep
But his wallet oh poor thing wasn’t very steep
He phoned a friend who phoned a girl somewhere down the line
Someone was selling goats and sheep he said they’d be fine
So he organised to meet with this man on his family farm
he turned up with his two favourite goats, he was mighty calm
He looked the good man in the face, and said lets strike a deal
I’ll tell you whats the price to pay, this it might appeal
The good man reached for his wallet and a price that would befit
But when the shepard said $50 then the realisation hit
The Buyer stopped in a fashion that was rude, and abrupt
He said oh no no that would make me, very bankrupt
The man said these are my famous, prize winning goat
I shipped them here by myself on a small row boat
He looks at his empty wallet and says is there any other form of pay
I’ve got money problems, three children, and another on the way
So the Shepard says I am nice, every now and then
In exange, all I want is three dollars and a hen
The farmers says “You truly are, very nice to me”
These lovely goats would look great, next to my tree.
The magic goats were truly worth every single dime
They won awards because when near a tree, they would start to climb
The truth was the man sold his lifestock because he didn’t want to keep
The bleeting, annoying, disobeying tree-climbing sheep
The Pesky goats they made him very, angry and annoyed
So he came up with a plan, that he schemishly deployed
He covered the tree with some greese that worked uselessly
He wanted to cut it down but it had been in his family
He tried giving them greesy boots but they wiped it off in the grass
He tried to block their entrance in the tree, so that they could not pass
But after a while he used the goats to bring visitors to his farm
People would come from all the world as far as veitnam
He made so much money he brought a pool and a bubble bath
He hired a private tutor so his kids could do some math
The time was near they were too old all they did was sleep
He had one more use for his lovely prize winning sheep
The goats retired after making his wallet, fatter and not thinner
And their work was not done after that, they made a lovely dinner.

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By Caleb Law: 13 Years Old
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