I know how you must be feeling. It feels like the end of the world doesn’t it? You know, it kind of is. But there’s plenty of life in this old GOAT yet! Between now and when I retire there will be many more chances for Me to win Grand Slams. I have My health, My homes and you.
At times like these I like to do the reflectings with a little poetry. This classic piece of literature is taken from My book (chapter 12). It is available in digital form and also paper form from you local Amazon store.
The GOAT the GOAT they call My name,
To not please them would be such a shame.
I’m rarely at homes due to My job,
My Dad’s name is Bob.
Grass is nice because it’s green,
When it’s with blue it should never be seen,
I glide along, barely sweating,
Which cuts the cost of the deodorant I’m getting.
The commentators hail Me as their hero,
For breakfast I like more than one Cheerio,
They say that I am so sublime,
I ask Chef to give Me a twist of lime.
Wherever I go the fans always support,
Even the French prefer Me over their chocolate torte,
As they shout vous êtes le meilleur,
I smile and say mes voitures ont des moteurs.
Can it be true that I am so great?
I knew it was, from the age of eight,
I wake each morning with a smile on My face,
My favourite type of rally starts and ends with an ace.
My FedBerry will not leave My hand, not even after a grapple,
People often ask, ‘Majesty, why don’t you have an Apple?
I smile at them as I sit on My boat,
And reply, ‘That is for sheep, I am the GOAT’.
Mr. Bradlings’ words often make us think,
Using his twitter account he often tells Me to have a drink,
He works for ESPN and also owns a tennis store,
Mr. Bradlings, Mr. Bradlings, you always leave us wanting more.
Thank you Dear Diary, this story is at its end,
I will go now, staff will put down My pen.
Feeling relaxed after writing another gem,
Everything I do is a classic, I can count to ten.
Be strong My fans,