Bruce the Goose
I’m Bruce the goose
And fly with geese
I follow the rules
In forming V’s
And being a goose
Sometimes I lead
Then play caboose
To lessen breeze
Yet I faltered
Their perfect V’s
When I altered
Their masterpiece
I figured we’d
Fly much better
If we proceed
With a new letter
Seen from below
Instead of V’s
Our flight would show
F’s, R’s, or D’s
I got our flock
To fly an H
As the earth gawked
At us on stage
And for our next show
We tried N’s and J’s
But they were all slow
Incurring delays
And since we’re geese
We need distance
But mileage decreased
Every instance
Yet the next night
Deep in slumber
I figured it right:
To fly a number
Numbers are bold
And by those ways
We’ll leave the cold
In half the days
We first picked seven
Thinking it’s lucky
Looking toward heaven
We would be ‘ducky’
No ‘ducky’ for geese
So tried five then nine
But that had to cease
None of them were fine
But being a goose
I knew what to do
And proposed to choose
Four hundred and two
A number that vast
Couldn’t go wrong
We’d fly lightning fast
Direct and strong
We flapped formation
Just like the old V
Made our rotations
And some history
But something went wrong
With some of the geese
Before very long
We weren’t in one piece
The four became five
Some curves went straight
The hundred nosed dived
At too quick a rate
We crashed on a mount
Then found the clue
That geese can’t count
Past the number two
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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