We live in leafy London,
In SE26,
Just by Crystal Palace Park,
But it feels like it’s the sticks.
Look out our picture window,
And all you see is trees,
There’s no sound of traffic,
You de-stress by quick degrees.
We’ve a garden like a postage stamp,
It really isn’t large
But my beloved wants a goat,
D’you think the council will surcharge?
Well, yes, I like a goat myself,
It could certainly lawn mow,
But there simply isn’t space for it,
And kids do kinda grow.
But my love needs to be happy,
And while our lawn may not be cropped,
We’ll find a farm that is close by,
And then we’ll just adopt!
The Goat
27 Saturday Apr 2013
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author 
Love the poem and if you are really thinking of a goat…get one! We just spent time with a family that has goats in Italy and we loved it!
My darling needs NO encouragement!
I love goats, especially the nubian ones. But they are even better Houdinis than pigs and after our pig experience I am sticking to animals that prefer to stay at home! On the other hand why not set up your own city farm in your back garden …….. 🙂
Wish we had a garden big enough!
Take over next door’s ….
….hmmmm..not many goat-loving neighbours in SE26!
ah, what we do for love, a goat that you can visit. Somethings my love asks for the strangest things
and I have never found a way to say “not this time” It appears that you have the same challenge.
I do William, but like your wife, my better half is well worth humouring!
Having lived on farms, I’ve had a few pet goats, including one that followed me everywhere. However, most I had difficulties with due their escape tactics and habit of eating everything; and grass is not on the top of their to-eat-list.
If you want a lawn mover, sheep are a better choice. Or even a llama. And if your partner starts wanting a pig – they are cute when little but a whole heap of trouble when adults.
Still, I have loved all my past pets. Too bad my current backyard is only big enough for the dog and chooks….unless???
I know – I kept a goat for friends and he eat anything and everything and escaped at regular intervals!
Aren’t there miniature goats, Caro? That may be just the thing. Just don’t get a billy, I hear they are very stinky! Think of all the poems you’ll be inspired to write, sitting in your garden watching your dear new little goat!
Oh please don’t tell my darling that, I will never hear the end of it! And yes, I once looked after a Billy goat called Clarence who was incredibly smelly!
I have now read all of the comments and I think I like Amy’s the best. I am already thinking of names for our miniature baby Goat. Soooooooo excited 🙂
Oh blooming heck! Given the situation my love, I think it needs to either be called Lucky or Folly!
So cute! Love it! Your poems are so clever, and so heartwarming. 🙂
Thank you so much!