A Kiddie dreamed that a Billy Goat Butted and captured the Pickle Boat; Kiddies with pennies around the Lake When they met the boat cried, "For Heaven's sake!" Canned goods and candies were on the floor; Wilcox peered out from the cooler door; Mothers who came with their little flocks Went scurrying home from off the docks. Panic was reigning 'most everywhere; Cries from the Kiddies were on the air; Fathers with guns ran along the shore Shooting and hollering more and more. When brave men and true captured the Goat They fired some bullets down his throat; The Pickle Boat Man was almost dead; "Is the Butter gone?" he faintly said. "He's eaten the labels from off our cans; He's butted the covers from off our hams! Take him away, tie him with a chain— Don't ever let him get loose again." It sure was a nightmare of a dream And this is the moral it would seem,— The internal parts of Kids and Goats Can be wrecked the same as Pickle Boats. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 21. BREDON HILL by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER ECLOGUE: TWO FARMS IN WOONE by WILLIAM BARNES A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE BARGAIN by CLAIRE STEWART BOYER |