Mother Combs Strikes Again

Little Judy Grote

She was given a goat

That would only eat things of oat

On days it went out, it wore a coat

And around his neck, he carried a stoat

Now, this goat was all bloat

And couldn’t float

Near as good as a wooden boat

But little Judy sure did like to gloat

About a poem her goat wrote

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Come young and old.

And listen as my story unfolds.

I was once told.

About a knight who was so bold

That his horse he sold

And he looked for a woman he could hold

So that he no longer slept cold