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.

 

We set off for ‘the smoke’ down the A303

On a day just as rainy and gloomy could be.

At famous Goathenge we waved to the crowd

Who were viewing the stones of which you’re so proud.

 

Then around 12 o’clock (so it’s really no wonder)

We started to notice the rumblings of hunger.

But where to find food in a place so remote?

Then a vision! A sign! And it said “Basingstoke”!

 

They said that it couldn’t be done, but he did it.

Our goat wrote a poem with “Basingstoke” in it.

With such an endorsement, driving by would be rude

So we drove down the slip road in search of some food.

 

Past offices gleaming, all glass, stone and steel

We drove along - hopeful of finding a meal.

Through town, up a hill, and there at its crest

A building emblazoned with “Pizza Express”.

 

So into aromas of garlic and chilli

we walked – my goodness, the place was so busy!

In Basingstoke this must be the place to go

Were it not for our goat we would never have known!

 

So what did you eat there? I hear you all asking.

(Since 8 in the morning we both had been fasting.)

Well when eating in Basingstoke, what could be neater

than a hot, thin and crispy goat’s cheese pizza?

 

Dear goat, your poems are a true inspiration.

They deserve to be read throughout the whole nation.

We’re so pleased they appear on St. Andrew’s website

Please continue to write them with all of your might.

 

I hope you don’t mind that I’ve lapsed into verse

It’s not to compete with you. Quite the reverse.

Your blog’s so admired – it is praised to the skies,

But a blog’s not a blog if it gets no replies!

 

Adrian

St. Andrew's Webmaster

 

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