I reached my hand down through the slit in my coat
And in my deep pocket I pulled out a goat.
Putting it down, it grew wider and long–
It's horns curled 'round, so massive and strong.
I put my hand back in that strange coat pocket
Then hauled out a shiny, bright metal rocket.
Certainly, then my face must've turned blue
For my small red rocket, it also grew.
Eagerly, I thrust my hand in once more
To see what was next, a tree? A Barn door?
I opened the pocket, my eyes close to squint;
But all that was left was some matted old lint.
by E. Eldgerberry
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