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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas Day At The Bunkhouse (Fun Poem 47)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Christmas day at the bunkhouse <br>everyone had sat down for a meal <br>when through the door walked a goat. <br>He stood and looked around, <br>then continued to eat an artichoke. <br>When he finished he sat and asked for a drink, <br>someone got up and gave him a bowel of water. <br>The goat looked at the offering with disgust. <br>Ain’t you got anything stronger that that? <br>Of course, we have, came the reply. <br>Well pour me out some the goats said, <br>and put some mud in my eye. <br>Someone had some scotch whiskey <br>and took the bottle out, <br>then gave the goat a dram. <br>The goat sniffed it, and then downed it <br>all in one swallow. <br>He then asked for more <br>saying his legs were still hollow. <br>Another dram was poured <br>and everyone was amazed to see, <br>an upside down goat <br>drinking a bottle of scotch whiskey. <br>The goat drank all day <br>and it drank all night. <br>The lights went out <br>and the old goat went to sleep. <br>He dreamed of himself <br>floating out the door <br>and all the way to heaven, <br>but when he got there, <br>St Peter wouldn’t let him in. <br>He said God will not tolerate <br>any drunken old goats here, <br>so you had better go back <br>and sleep it off, Billy. <br>Then put up a sign on the door. <br>No drunken old goats allowed, <br>signed by you know who. <br>You could always try <br>beneath the basement floor <br>he’ll greet you with a smile <br>and a shovel, <br>even make you hot and warm. <br>The moral of this story <br>whether you’re a goat or a man. <br>Don’t drink too much; <br>you could end up <br>jumping from the frying pan <br>and straight into the fire, <br>the one that they keep burning <br>permanently beneath the basement floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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everyone had sat down for a meal 
when through the door walked a goat. 
He stood and looked around, 
then continued to eat an artichoke. 
When he finished he sat and asked for a drink, 
someone got up and gav..."></div>
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