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Clucking Goose

I had a fat goose and she clucked
Each time a soft feather got plucked
The goose then got old
And could not be sold
So into my oven – you’re ‘cooked’!


Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for her invaluable advice in helping me with the ending of the poem

04~25~17

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Andrea Dietrich April 26, 2017 at 11:23 PM Jan, yeah, the REAL word comes to most minds, I imagine!! And Maurice here had a good alternative too. Soupmail for you. Dale Gregory Cozart June 5, 2017 at 5:53 PM that was the first word in MY mind. Jan Allison May 12, 2017 at 5:20 PM so sorry I missed your comment before Andrea:-) hugs Jan xx

Paul Callus April 25, 2017 at 5:32 PM As usual, you entertain with your Limericks, Jan! I can't wipe off this big smile off my face, but at the same time I feel sorry for this old goose who was planning on retiring gracefully! I imagine this has to be read using Brummie accent and dialect:) Hugs // paul Jan Allison April 26, 2017 at 3:30 PM ha ha ha I am lucky I don't have a Brummie accent but I was born there in the same hospital my sister but didn't live there until I was much older:-) hugs Jan xx

Ilene Bauer April 25, 2017 at 3:43 PM nice one, jan! of course, my mind has a different ending, which i'd be surprised if you hadn't thought of, too... Jan Allison April 25, 2017 at 3:46 PM You have made my day Ilene:-):-)! We share a similar sense of humour and your interpretation of that final line is what i wanted people to think without resulting saying it and I never use swearing in my poems:-) hugs Jan xx

Tim Smith April 25, 2017 at 12:23 PM Good...I got bit in the neck by one of those buggers when I was 8. Jan Allison April 25, 2017 at 3:47 PM OUCH! hugs Jan xx

Chris Green April 25, 2017 at 8:27 AM I just had to stop in and take a gander at this one. :) Funny Jan. Jan Allison April 25, 2017 at 3:50 PM reminds me of the 'good old days' on soup when we used to have comments that went on and on and were as funny as the poems:-) hugs Jan xx Tim Smith April 25, 2017 at 12:22 PM What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Jan Allison April 25, 2017 at 10:37 AM ha ha ha:-) hugs Jan xx btw I added a second stanza to the other poem... thanks for the inspiration lol:-) xx