I had a dream of peaceful boats
Each piloted by talking goats
Who drank too much fermented oats
And got as fat as Macy’s floats

It might have seemed a little weird
For drunken goats on boats are feared
By all who ever by them steered
Ran into rocks, while bison cheered

I wish my dreams would go away
Some new ones, maybe, of parquet
Would bring this place some more cachet
Than goats on boats in Bison Bay

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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