Pity the goat

That crossed the moat

And found the gator

That promptly ate her

For all to see

That silly goat was me

Pity the gator

Who discovered later

A fashion coup

And became a shoe

It was meant to be

That silly gator was me

Pity the cobbler

His future a gobbler

Where fashion meets Dharma

And Gatorade Karma

Mother Nature’s fee

That silly cobbler was me

Pity the fashionable

Now everything rationable

From water to air

Excluding despair

It never had to be

The culprits are you and me

Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors