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Macabre Kebob
Billy goat meat is so succulent, served as supper or snacks. The best ones are truculent, with the fat grilled on BBQ racks. You don't need to be an ogre, or a nasty little troll to partake, of delicious goat until you bloat. Don't overdo it for heavens sake. There was a man who often ate such young,tender,and delicious goat meat. He began looking like a goat so much, That butchers chased him down the street. Now fearful of their big, shiny blades, wearing trenchcoat and dark shades, He hides in diguise, wishing he was wise, And hadn't pigged out all those days. He lives in alleys and places remote, eating from stinky garbage drums. Refusing to accept he's become a goat, His only friends are now winos and bums. Now a moral this story does bring, Overeating anything is plain silly. One can have too much of a good thing, And turn into a tasty horned Billy. By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman
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