A one week challenge

posted to Prose,

methinks its time to caper

on up a few rows.

Enough scribbling for now,

my eye's on the lea,

to burden writing's plow

for sorrow, and glee!

O how the kid goats do play and folly,

Basking in the warming rays of the morning sun!

There's much to be done today,

Since the tasks of a kid goat are innumerable in numbers to be numbered.

There's the house to jump off of and fences to be tested,

Streams to be swam and trees to be kicked,

Grass to be eaten and plants to be tasted,

Play fights to be play fought and naps to be kidnapped,

And most of all,

Capering to be done every moment awake,

As every kid goat should do.