Best Goosey Poems
There once was a gal named Lucy,
Who had a beloved pet goosey.
The goose learned to fly,
Which made Lucy cry,
Now there's no more Lucy's goosey.
8/24/13
For Blackeyed Susan's limerick contest
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
My brain's all befuddled and loosey goosey
Silly images have taken over my thoughts
'Twix dreams and reality I'm fatally caught
All my friends are thinking I'm loopy
They don't know why I'm acting so goofy
Here's the reason it's quite simple and true
This love sick puppy has fallen for you!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
Have I got a tale to tell you that's juicy
Orange, apple, and grape
Leaves me in a euphoric state
Makes my sexy body feel all loosey goosey
© Jack Ellison 2015
A gaggle of geese in the Bronx
Were confused by competing honks
With traffic so slow
There's not much on show
'cept gander at the honky tonks
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
My brain's all befuddled and loosey goosey
Silly images have taken over my thoughts
'Twix dreams and reality I'm fatally caught
All my friends are thinking I'm loopy
They don't know why I'm acting so goofy
Here's the reason it's quite simple and true
This love sick puppy has fallen for you!
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
My brain's befuddled and all loosey goosey
Silliness has taken over my thoughts
'Twix dreams and reality I'm fatally caught
All my friends are thinking I'm loopy
They don't know why I'm acting so goofy
Here's the reason it's quite simple and true
This love sick puppy has fallen for you!
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.
Tweety meets Sylvester's cross-eyed cousin
One who's close enough to be his kissin'
Tweety sort of gotten sick
Ma Goosey gave her Fave stick
Poor-cat be THE but* of Bakers Dozen