I once wrote a note
Writ on paper, hue of
oat
Not of literary note
Worth less than a
groat
Full of unimportant
quote
Not worthy to promote
No ego should it bloat
No means to gloat
But it got my vote
The note I wrote
I put in my coat
The coat that I tote
The one on which I
dote
The one with stoat
About the throat
My favourite coat
Now held my note
But I left the coat
That housed my note
Upon a boat
“The rampant goat”
That was afloat
In a bay remote
The note, the coat,
And the boat did float
So where was my note?
Memorized by rote
In my favourite coat
With throat of stoat
Floating like a mote
On some distant boat
With no shelter of
cote
The note, the coat,
On that blasted boat
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