One thousand times he shared his heart A thousand times he wrote I love you, each and every part Then fed it to the goat She knew not of his work of art Nor what went down the throat Of the goat he fed ala carte But never touched wild oat One thousand times he was so smart Yet once left lay a note Whence she found His soul’s impart And responded to its vote She took the goat to sell at mart And of his price did gloat Your love that’s fattened from the start Now share it quote by quote
Have you pondered on the Goat? These words that I wrote. Is there wisdom of note? Or just ramblings that I wrote?