Mr Goose
Once upon a time there was Mr. Goose;
he lived adjacent to the house of Mr. Moose.
A cup of coffee and muffins was his bliss;
everyday this treat wasn't a miss.
One day he felt a lot of pain inside his beak;
he felt as though a tooth was weak.
Quickly he ran to the dentist;
the dentist was shocked by his visit.
He saw a patient with a beak;
he didn't know what to speak.
Mr. Goose said he had a very painful toothache;
the dentist's ribs cracked until they had an ache.
Confused, Mr. Goose asked what was funny,
and the dentist stared at him like Bugs Bunny.
"Do you have wits?"
"I have lots of wheat!"
"Do you have reason?"
"That's why I'm here!"
The dentist had no more to say;
all his heart did was to pray.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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