There once was a poet named Moat
Who rode around on a great goat.
When they said, “your verse,
It grows worse and worse!”,
He would smile and blame that goat!
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K Morris - Poet 
Of course it’s the goat’s fault. Their poetry is always bad.
Is that the same for sheep, or is their poetry sometines okay, or even excellent!