This is a eulogy for Bob, a neighborhood goat. He was taken from us at a very tender moment in gastronomical terms by the animal control officer.
Ole Bob, I hardly knew ye
And yet I feel a kinship
A longing deep within me
Dribbles from my lower lip
Oh for one last loving glance
Across the dinner table
One last exchange perchance
Alas, you are not able
But I hunger for a little more
A taste of what we had before
To be joined together as one
Till our last meal is done.
Amen: Pass the gravy, brother.
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