Gramps brought home a goat from a sale one smmner's day;
Said, "He'll keep the weeds down", and he did, but what the hey,
He ate Grandma's garden, too, and her geranium plants;
I'd never seen Grandma so mad. She did a real war dance!
Then the goat, he ambushed her on her way to get the mail;
Knocked my uncle down as he toted a full milk pail;
Grandma assailed my Grandpa one night at the supper meal;
Said, "You'd best sell that Billy. You know how I feel!"
But, Gramps, he just ignored her and to his bed he went;
I knew he'd done an unwise thing, Gran's eyes were hard as flint!
Next day she acted kinda strange as we went to the field to work;
Didn't speak to Grandpa. He knew that she was irked.
The next few days slipped by real quiet the goat was nowheres seen;
And when Gramps inquired of him, my Grandma's eyes, they gleamed;
The next day it dawned on Gramps, the goat was gone, for sure,
And Grandma acted happy had a smile so sweet and pure.
Then Sunday momin' rolled around, time to go to meetin';
GRANDMA'D GOT HIS GOAT!!!
And we got up and we got dressed; when breakfast we was eatin',
Grandma goes and gets her purse and she dons a brand new coat
And Grandpa choked on his sip of coffee
by Donna Penley