Why did the trip of goats cross the road?
Were there bushes with berries yonder that allowed goats tired from trek to discumb for their dinner?
Was espied a line of resplendent bins reflecting light like sun off tins in need of being toppled as cathartic sins?
Were they compelled to find the source of a local tunesmith’s newest melody, “Bray-O: The Bandana Goat’s Thong”?
Was to palter the reaction of the farmer when asked if the guest of rural ilk was present to milk or, rather, there for a greet and meat?
Why did I trip goats crossing the road?
I do not know, but, I am feeling a bit gruff right now. I hope my traveling billie did not short the change when we paid the last troll because I am oft the one who receives the brunt of consequences as the default scapegoat. ; )