Sebastian saw a highlight and leaned in to boast.
“He’s the GOAT,” he said. “There's no rival to compare.”
Jimmy froze mid-fold as prophecy filled the air,
As though he’d heard a phantom bleat drift in from the coast.
Then hooves clacked upon the floor down the narrow hall;
“I saved him from traffic, his posture screamed well-bred.
He revolutionizes turf,” said Jimmy, flushed and red,
Sebastian eyed the carnage. “That’s a load-bearing wall.”
Without pause it chewed the sleeve Sebastian loved most;
“Those shirts required overtime,” he said, in dismay.
“He’s farm-to-closet compliant,” said Jimmy in sway,
“Icons, like goats, ingest courage,” he bragged with a toast.
The goat paraded crowned in a boxer brief.
Sebastian searched “emergency contractors” beyond the door,
While Jimmy applauded the chaos once more,
“Greatness transcends branding and leaves us relief!”