The Beangoose
I am the almighty Beangoose,
Jokester to the stars,
But more so of a man that would rise and fall.
They also call me quizmaster,
Though I'm now more of a spellcaster...
Reading daily tarot to avoid further disaster.
You see, it was the army of the Gliesians,
That erupted the fools lack of reason,
In what I call the fifth season.
This will make sense if you will...
By pulling back the veil of the liquid pill,
The one that provides an eternal thrill!
I didn't ask to be this Beangoose,
Finding me with epic stories so loose,
Tacking on to my life-long thread like a runaway kaboose!
16-September-2021
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