For no particular reason I sat down and wrote
It was a funny story of a man and his goat.
They set sail on a boat that wouldn't float.
For obvious reasons the boat sank, the goat drowned
The man swam to shore with the funny feeling
he'd been there before.
With a ball named Wilson, he resided for years.
When the ball floated off, the man shed real tears.
So now again he has run aground this very fact
he finds quite profound.
Without his goat and his ball he feels quite alone.
Again so many miles from home.