Goose Poems - Poems about Goose

The Golden Toll His hand, a gift, they called it then, The goose, a feather of shining rust. A simple gift for a simple man, A tale of virtue, turned to dust. But from the goose, the gold would crawl, A living vine of burning chill. A slow and creeping, heavy pall, That climbed and clung and had its will. First, the girl, her...

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THAT START OF THE DETERMINED KID THAT DASH OF THE CURIOUS YOUNG INTERPID I HAVE COME FAR NOW NO GOD I FOUND , TO NOBODY'S LOVE I BOW FROM COUNTLESS EXISTING PATHS WE CAN TAKE ONLY ONE I AM HERE, WHERE THERE IS NOONE CONVERSATIONS ARE NOW FEW I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO IS NEW EVEN MY...

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There once was an elk a lonely elk not a wapiti or moose who had no friends not even a whelk so he went in search the silly goose hoping for the milk of elkish kindness with another of his ilk tho' he did go looking high and low roaming all around in the snow sad to say at the end of the day no...

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They were all out standing in their field with an ass or two and a few moose along with a stray Canadian goose when someone let the Appaloosas loose not a welcome sight nor pretty view while the moose who cud did slowly chew the well-trained colt did not bolt or even buck to shuck us the goose didn't give a honk or...

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Allow me to introduce the hermit Hugh who I do deduce felt it within himself to eschew an embrace yet being obtuse when on a wild chase did goose a moose in the caboose then a disgrace but such behaviour did induce Bruce another recluse to pick up the pace when playing footsie under the table fast and loose ...

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Yes, Justice aspires to be blind, But Cupid is not far behind. His aim is so loose, A moose and a goose Once found that their stars were aligned....

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I walk the path where Every goose fly up there To where heaven is....

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The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River, With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor. Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit; And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit. Rouge frequented every room,...

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As metaphors go, this one is a gem, A tale of an eagle and goose Engaged in behavior we cannot condemn; Their nature allows no excuse. It happened in Canada, witnesses say; The eagle (a bald one) attacked And those who observed this amazing display Were so shocked they could barely react. For the Canada goose, who was feisty and brave, Fought for twenty...

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Bugs Bunny goes hop cook him, he’s slop Old Bessie says moo to Elmer she’s glue ...

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falls light morning chill gives me goose skin on my arms where's my sweater...

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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...

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duck duck goose head in a noose your morals were loose your body now hangs on a spruce your horse-stealing-soul is now loose duck duck goose...

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Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer big plans to relocate self and spouse to some tropical island paradise by the dashboard light (the above line credited to musician named Meatloaf) upon arrival of Stanley steamer. When my ship comes in loaded and laden with precious cargo from busy ports far and wide captains trumpeting...

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` Silly silly me always so optimistic up against fate’s cruel hand well, it used to work before back when my eyes had ...

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