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...THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN by WALT WHITMAN EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON THE PRISONER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO FORTUNE: ON BUYING A TICKET IN THE IRISH LOTTERY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |