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The Collected Works of Henry's Goat in chronological order.
27 December 2005
Dear Sarah and Dave, thank you ever so much: A gift that’s alive, and so soft to the touch. A gift of a goat: what a lovely surprise!
19 and 22 December 2006
I was stuck in this shop, a lone goat among bears (How horrid they were; they just gave themselves airs). It was Carol who found me and took me away; I was really excited. What fun! Would she play? But no, I was wrapped up in paper so dark, With no food at all: now how’s that for a lark?
5 January 2007
These grey winter days – how they give me the blues! It’s the time of the year I could use a good cruise. I can see myself now, as ‘The Goat with a Boat’. (He’s just interrupted, with ‘Does a goat float?’ 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.
21 and 22 January 2007
We climbed in the car and we drove up and down And spent the weekend near to Basingstoke town. The house that we stayed in had teddies galore, Some penguins, a dolphin, a duckling – and more:
3 February 2007
This house is too small, just a miniscule flat. You can’t run around, and you can’t swing a cat. A goat needs some acres, where thistles abound;
11 February 2007
We travel again towards Basingstoke town To see the racoon and the clown with a frown; But first I have something important to say Concerning the Stones that we pass on the way.
12 and 17 February 2007
I’m down with this bug that’s been going around. I’m weak and I’m sore, and I can’t make a sound. He says I’ve caught flu, but I cannot agree – The way that I look at it, flu has caught me.
27 February and 3 March 2007
Today is my day! I’ve been given a name! When you have your own name, life is never the same!
(A reply from the webmaster - 5 March 2007)
Dear Goat
I do love your poems, they really are magic. To give you no feedback would surely be tragic. So here’s a short story, not written in prose, About a day out, and the things that arose.
(A reply from Tricia, Reader at St. Andrew's - 11 March 2007)
THAT GOAT!
'That goat'! What a fine name for a goat. I see that you're using your name for your boat. I wish I could come for a sail on the moat, to go for a float in a boat with a goat.
12 and 22 March 2007
Jessica, Jessica, Jessica Jane, Thank you for coming here. Do come again! When you were here, there were walks on the hills, Lunches at pubs, and some take-away meals.
28 March 2007
It’s Spring! It’s my favourite time of the year! The time of the year it’s so good to be here!
(A reply from Jessica Jane the black labrador - 29 March 2007)
O goat dear goat O goat with a stoat You do get my vote For writing so well When at home you must dwell Unable to come And watch the sea swell.
2 April 2007
Of course I’m still blogging; but why do you ask? I don’t understand why you take me to task?
9 April 2007
So here is the story you want me to tell. You asked for a blog about all that befell That day when I just did not know what to do; The one thing I knew was the sky was so blue.
15 April 2007
What lovely replies I’ve received to my blog, From Tricia the Reader, and Jessica dog, And Webmaster Adrian, who, on a day, Partook of a pizza down Basingstoke way,
24 April 2007
Instead of some verses composed by That Goat This time it’s a poem that someone else wrote – A poet who lived quite a long time ago; He lived in the States, as perhaps you may know; His name was J Malins (he wasn’t a goat), And this little tale is the story he wrote:
9 May 2007
I’m writing in a different metre now, To make a change, to learn a diff’rent art. For that’s the way to greatness, so he says, The road to fame and fortune, wealth and power.
24 May 2007
I pick up some paper… I write something on it… The next thing I know is I’ve written a sonnet...
25 May 2007
I know that I said (and you all understood), ‘Iambic pentameters aren’t any good’.
8 June 2007 I read the best poets; I know them all well (It’s poetry reading that taught me to spell).
(A reply from the webmaster - 10 June 2007)
Dear That Goat
A few short weeks ago I popped round to say "hello" to the place where you reside, but was told "Goat's had to hide".
13 June 2007 He wants me to put in a plug for his book To get all my readers to have a good look. I don’t really want to. I’ve put up a fight, But, since he insists, I shall tell you the site.
20 June 2007 It's the time of the year when we head for the moors; Ascending the hillsides, all marching in fours.
29 June
It’s never to early to plan your display, As carnival time edges closer each day.
4 July
There’s coat and there’s boat and there’s moat and there’s note – But who can be all of them? Why! It’s That Goat!
15 July 2007
You know that poem of his where he wrote, It’s wintertime now, so I’ll make it a coat’? Well, winter it was when I came to his flat, And cold it was too, and I didn’t like that;
30 July 2007
Well really! The things that he asks me to do! I don’t think it’s right to go thieving, do you?
5 August 2007
I’ve something to tell you, I’ve news to convey: I’m writing this blog, then I’m going away. My days here are over. I’m leaving tonight, And this is the last ever blog I shall write.
7 October 2007
And finally... farewell to That Goat (by Tricia Anderson)
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