There once was a poet named Moat
Who died riding a large vicious goat.
His verse was so bad
It drove us all mad,
So we tied Moat to that goat!
There once was a poet named Moat
Who died riding a large vicious goat.
His verse was so bad
It drove us all mad,
So we tied Moat to that goat!
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Many thanks for this, Michael. Kevin
Oh, thats wicked! Lol Similar to the behavior against the singer in Asterix and Obelix. xx Michael
I’m pleased you enjoyed reading my poem, Michael. I must confess I haven’t read the story you mention. Best wishes. Kevin