A Poem of Pure Randomness

Pink as a pig
Rough like a cashmere sweater
Tough around the edges
Golden as gold
It's fairly obvious I'm making this up as I go.

The goat stood upon his heels
And started to tap dance.
The shepherd passed out from shock.
His flock stepped out for their evening tea.
One more stanza should just about do it.

Bam! It's over.
Like the stupid goat's dance recital.
I needed at least
Three figures of speech.
How did I do?