if it walks like a goose
If it walks like a goose and talks like a goose it might be a goose.
I was confused because my mother and her friends' talk is loose.
My brother waddles like one, when he is in their habitat, it is his way.
I stared at the wizened man but did not answer him at all that day.
Then two chubby geese waddled past and he asked “see what I mean?”
The funny thing is, that one of the geese was my brother Gene.
I kept my thoughts to myself and drank down my sweet cherry juice.
But if it walks like and talks like a goose, it is not always a goose.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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