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Henry's
Goat's Blog Part 4
18 January 2007
He’s walking the
Quantocks this fine afternoon.
He’ll come back
again – but I hope not too soon:
It’s when he goes
walking (he won’t take a dog)
It means I can
start the next bit of my blog.
I write when he’s
walking or goes for a drive –
I penned the last
piece on the M25.
The rest of the
time he’s just talking with friends
Or writing or
something: it just never ends:
Philosophy,
church, and now politics too;
He keeps us quite
busy, spare moments are few;
And then, if you
please, in between every session
He’s helping a
friend with a book on depression.
The next time I
look and I give him a nod
He’s proofreading
pages of ‘Closer to God’.
Enough about him.
It’s not his blog, you see.
It’s my blog, for
me, so let’s talk about me.
The puppy is
lovely, and so is the rabbit
(Not like a rat:
if I see one I stab it!);
But puppy and
rabbit don’t rhyme with a goat.
I think what I
want is a good-tempered stoat.
I’ve tried, but I
haven’t located one yet
D’you think I
could find one by surfing the net?
I can see myself
now, as ‘The Goat with a Stoat’,
But first I must
find one – a stoat for a goat;
And then, when
we’ve clambered aboard in my boat,
I’ll float out to
sea in a boat with a stoat.
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