There once was a poet named Moat
Who traveled the seas with a goat.
That beast wrote verse
Which grew steadily worse.
But it wrote better poetry than Moat!
There once was a poet named Moat
Who traveled the seas with a goat.
That beast wrote verse
Which grew steadily worse.
But it wrote better poetry than Moat!
Poor Moat having a goat write better poetry.
Indeed, poor Moat. I understand that Moat passed off some poems composed by his goat as his own work. Between you and I (and don’t let this go any further), Moat was a bit of a rascal!