Chuckling Goat

The Chuckling Goat

I walked along the lane and became confused

Had I been the fool or had I been abused

Promises made so easily it seemed

Like the relationships that I had dreamed

Sometimes a lump seemed stuck in my throat

Which was my first meeting with the chuckling goat

Her face peering through a hedge eating leaves

Mocking as if the message was that she deceives

I wanted to convince myself it was a lie

Believing that I knew our love would not die

From behind the hedge came a great guffaw

Still mocking and I knew more was in store

My mind was saying I’d been taken for a ride

The goat nodding as she padded by my side

I had been stupid and I’d broken my first rule

The goat confirmed that I’d been the fool

I wish now that I had left her love alone

Now I had discovered a heart made of stone

Something inside of me was generating rage

The chuckling goat watched me strut my stage

Then I got a message from her on my phone

She was telling me that she was all alone

As I put on my new image of a sympathetic cloak

I heard a roar of laughter from the chuckling goat

Copyright: David Hopcroft January 2026