Father Goose
Poor ole, Father Goose
Always "letting it hang loose"
Creating every year, Another papoose
As if he, enjoys the abuse
Of being confined like 'the Juice'
Merely, having around his neck, a Noose
Unable to find for that Thing, other use
If only he could, SOMEHOW, call a truce
Copyright © Karin Edwards | Year Posted 2009
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