Sunday Poetry

The Coat Pocket


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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