The Copy-cow name stealer’s!

  • NB: Those cows always stealing things from goats and trying to copy them, hehehe

    Also congratulations Helen friend on your new job as a Goat Florist

    IF anyone spots any mistakes, let me know below in comments and I will fix them.

    The Copy-cow name stealer’s!

    The goats of Fort Goat were grumpy!
    For not far from where they were
    A group of cows had stolen their group name!
    They were also calling themselves a herd!

    Quite naturally the goats were angry!
    How could some cows steal their name?
    First they tried to sound like them,
    With their Moo’s instead of Maa’s!
    Then they grew horns like them!
    And now they are trying to be a herd?
    This was an udder outrage!

    So a meeting was held
    All of Fort Goat was in the barn
    To try and choose a new name,
    That couldn’t be stolen by the copy-cow’s

    Though goats are not always the best at discussing…
    They were all trying to shout over each other!!
    Of course this ended up badly
    With head butting and foot stomping,

    Also bits of the barn ended up chewed…
    Perhaps it was out of confusion?
    Well it was not going well at all, as you can see…
    That was until Princess Matilda
    Stood on a hay bale… well 3!

    “I have an Idea!”
    She said quite proudly
    And if I can say,
    rather royally

    All of Fort Goat
    Was suddenly quiet
    As she told everyone
    Her great idea

    “I suggest that we get a pretty name
    A name as pretty as us goats!
    Something so different from those cow name stealer’s!
    Something that will make our group sound wonderful!”

    All the goats of Fort Goat then set to thinking,
    With their hoofs to their chins…
    “Hmmmm” they went for a while
    Then “Hummm” they went for a bit.

    And then somewhere in all of that thinking,
    An idea popped into a goats head
    His name was Prince Epic, Possibly a Moose…
    And he was the most epic moose out of all the Mooses,
    He wasn’t even a moose, HE WAS A GOAT!

    He stood up,
    Of course rather Royally,
    In fact he was the most royalist goat around!
    He fluffed his fluffy goat hair fur,
    Brushing off the dust,
    And he said after a small cough “Ah-hum”
    Before making his announcement

    “My dear goat friends
    I have the perfect name of us Goats,
    For you see we do indeed like eating
    And if I may say, we are rather good at it…!

    I think we should name ourselves,
    After the prettiest food we eat
    And we all know what is,
    After visiting Queen Helen’s friend Lindsay!
    Us here goats should be called…
    A bouquet of goats … YES!!!
    Named after the tasty flowers
    When all bunched up and pulled from the ground
    Which are the most delicious of all the tasties,
    In the world round!”

    The barn was then full of cheering,
    It was brilliant,
    NO IT WAS PERFECT!
    What better name for a bunch of goats
    Than named after the food they love
    But shouldn’t be eating at all.

    They then went and told everyone
    From the chickens to Sheila Puppy
    And then the chickens and Sheila Puppy
    Told so many others, including the birds!

    When the birds heard it didn’t take long,
    For the whole world to know the goats new group name,
    They told everyone, everywhere they flew to…
    Even the Copy-Cows, Who seemed a little upset at first…

    But quite surprisingly,
    The last person to hear,
    Was Her Honourable Queen Helen,
    The ruler of Fort Goat,

    Who had missed the meeting,
    Cause she was too busy…
    Doing things that Queens usually do,
    Like trying on a new head scarf or two.

    She got the news,
    In the form of a letter,
    That was quite simple
    And pretty straight forward.

    “Congratulations
    On your new Job,
    You are no longer Goat Herder
    You are now a Goat Florist,
    We your Goat Bouquet are proud of your new job,
    And when you Comb us, its no longer called Combing,
    It will now be called Pruning

    Signed… Maaaaaaaa”

    Queen Helen then sat
    In her throne like chair
    And with a sigh said

    “You can’t say my life’s not interesting”


    July 23rd, 2011 | Matty Angel | 3 Comments |

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Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Helen 07.23.2011

    A bouquet of goats. Well ok then! When they’ve had some spruce tips they smell quite pretty, indeed!

  • Hehehehe Hope you don’t mind being in another Story Helen, your life is always so interesting! Well, how I imagine it is!!

  • I think a bouquet of goats is imaginative…and silly! Keep imagining!

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