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. ; )

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