Cowboy Banned from HOA for Keeping Goats in Guest Bedrooms

Ma said, “Why’s Bessie on the porch swing?”
Pa replied, “The HOA said no such thing.”
The goats wore hats and watched TV,
Snacked on throw pillows from Pottery B.
The neighbors gasped, “That one drinks beer!”
He said, “Only IPA, don’t fear.”
They called a meeting, full of rage,
As goats headbutted the voting stage.
One goat chaired the budget team,
Approved cornflakes and a slip n’ slide dream.
When inspectors came to cite the mess,
A goat licked his badge and stole his vest.
“No more goats!” they firmly pled,
The cowboy just shrugged, “They pay rent in bread.”
Now he’s banned, but goats remain,
Wearing robes and eating the windowpane.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on January 3, 2025 by Alan Nafzger