Goosey Lucy

In a humble hamlet, not so grim or glum, Lived a goose named Lucy, quite the funny one. With feathers fluffed and waddle wide, she'd roam about, Her honks and hijinks would make the townsfolk shout. Goosey Lucy, with a gait so giggly, Tripping through the town, she'd make the old men wiggly. Her antics were a antidote to any sorrow, In her wake, the wisest smiles would follow. She'd slip and slide on streets so slick, Her slapstick spectacle was a comic trick. Giggling gaggles gathered to glimpse the goose, Every tumble and topple, oh, how they'd whoop and hoot! Lucy's loony looks could lighten any load, Her beaky ballet was a quacking ode. In fields of fluffy dandelions, she'd frolic, Her joyous jousts with butterflies were nothing short of symbolic. The baker, with a belly full of bouncing bliss, Would toss her crumbs, which she'd never miss. With every peck, a chuckle would escape, Her gratitude as grand as any grape. The children, with their chortles clear and crisp, Would follow her, their laughter never amiss. Through the village, with its cobbled corners, They'd skip and sing, little carefree warriors. Goosey Lucy, with her humor so infectious, Turned the town's collective frown into a smile impressive. Her humorous adventures, a local legend, Became the town's treasure, a comedic covenant. So, here's to Lucy, the feathered friend so funny, Her memory in our minds as bright as the sunny. For in a world that can be quite the mess, A goose named Lucy brought us comic finesse.