Altho' knowing that
nothing beats tit for tat
there's no call at all
to cooperate
if you don't wish
to participate
but if something you lack
and scratch my back
while one hand
washes the other
I'll scratch yours
which could be
accomplished
when down on all fours
however taking a gander
unseemly tho' it may be
what's good for the goose
is good for me
Formed through pure delight caught by the kites which clung to the rays of sun and brought down light on the merry cusp of villages imbrued were carried bunches of berries of diversiform hues, in baskets tucked under the arm and woven to bare the tastes of heirloom berries that oft unsavory have now ripened and March brought April to enlighten.
Grandiose goose wore her high-heeled shoes
to run through town, spreading all kinds of news
she is a gossip, that gibber- fidget goose
I am shocked her parents let her out, on the loose
She has been sued with libel and slander too
Rumors run rampant before she is through
Sure, she dresses well, in those high-heeled shoes
But do not believe her when she says this is news.
in Canada we watch the Canada Geese
each Spring soaring in the sky
majestic against the sun
returning to us
their huge wings outstretched
flying in forked formation
honking all the way . . .
nothing is more beautiful
than their landing on ponds and rivers
they glide to a stop
with a splash sending water high
as they are a huge bird ~
they come in mated pairs
and soon are building ground nests
bowl-shaped in the reeds and grass
where two or nine babies are born
they do that three times a season
resulting in groups of babies
at different stages . . .
both parents care for the goslings
sometimes, other goslings join the parade
and stay with the group for one year _
so lovely watching them
guiding the yellow babies and bigger babies
across the water~
today, we watched some
junior geese learning to fly
graceful, peaceful
I must admit that the old soft shoe was alive and well
in Ireland, the land where tapdancing geese do dwell
the most exuberant dancer was my enthusiastic cousin Nell
She had to be hooked and dragged off the stage, said embarrassed Del.
annoyingly cute
he mews with a burning want
he wants more cat food.
If you ever see a bear
That has no hair
Don’t kick him in the derrière
Don’t offer him honey
Or try to be funny
Just get the hell right out of there.
If you ever meet a goose
Whose name is Bruce
Don’t tell him that he’s being obtuse
Don’t tell him that he looks part Russian
Geese aren’t all that big on discussion
There just really isn’t any use.
In the teeniest trunk of an oleander tree
lived a goose, an elf, a faerie, a unicorn and me
we felt safe and secure in the winter you see
our favorite meal was plum sauce and elderberry tea
we have become friends in the summer of ‘93
the first one to recruit me was the little faerie
grouchy grumpy distrustful elf was against me
unicorn ignored them and they disagree on three
Don’t be a silly goose said the elf named McGee
We don’t know anything about this newcomer she
we know she’s from Ireland with a fellow wee
This completely turned the attitude of Celtic McGee
High up I heard the adolescent honk
of their ragged V formation.
I tried to count them as they tore above,
but they rippled and none held neat station.
Was it panting I heard or the whirling of wings
to add whisper to their emphatic call?
One V became two and some ends were crushed
while the middle was rounded by sprawl.
But I must write this quickly
for how soon they pass.
What are they saying,
I wonder at last?
Perhaps all their cries -
to-ing and fro-ing -
are pure encouragement:
Keep going! Keep going!
I chanced upon a silly goose
More clever than the av’rage moose
The goose would sit
Spew endless wit
That moose was sure no Doctor Seuss
monochrome moonscape
dappled dawn bedecked with flight ~
follow the leader
[January Full Moon – Tlingit]
(geese begin migration from the South)
Speaking of Christmas dinner
and not to be overlooked
some say it's a winner
when your goose is cooked
but now let's talk turkey
and by hook or by crook
let me set things straight
it's gobble-gobbledegook
O me o my
Is that a goose,
Riding there
Upon a moose?
I wonder what
They’re doing there?
Perhaps they’re going
To the fair.
Oh, I have seen
The strangest things -
A purple swan,
A frog with wings.
A tortoise also
I have seen,
Wearing socks
Of pink and green.
He was talking
On the phone,
It made me smile -
I thought of home
Walking by
The ocean shore,
I saw a crowd
And heard a roar.
A camel danced
Upon a drum -
His feet moved quick,
I stopped to hum.
Then I saw
A plane up high,
And jumping out -
A crocodile.
Down he came
With parachute,
He wore a cape
And played the flute.
I didn’t care
How that could be,
I hoped he’d land
Far off from me.
A flock of sheep
Went skating by,
Then took off up
Into the sky.
With woolly wings
They sailed aloft -
They looked like clouds,
All fluffy soft.
I could go on
And say some more,
I’ve things to tell,
I’ve tales galore.
But just right now
I see the moon,
It’s time to sleep
I’ll see you soon
It’s time to sleep
I’ll see you soon.
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a hummingbird
Sucking pollen from a rose
Then down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "You can pet him...
for- Only fifty cents!"
As I peeked into a stye
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "Where are you flying to"
He replied. "To visit Dr. Suess
.
'twere mix'd in with
'bout uh thousand otherz
az i sat on thuh park bench
her 'fore i
sat
every day
tiz another bump
whilst i wait for that
femm fatale
1116bumps later
lumps
front mine see
'twere hern purty
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my remember'd
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