Short Goose Is Cooked Poems
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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
'Your goose is cooked'
I told Azizi
"My what is what?"
He questioned me
'Your goose is cooked'
softly repeated
Azizi frowned
He looked defeated
I wondered why
he couldn't see
his goose in my oven
of transparency
A shaft of sunlight
splits our dreams
and the spell evaporates,
our fate is sealed,
our goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening,
as reluctantly we say
'auf wiedersehen.'
A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening
as reluctantly they say
'auf wiedersehen.'
A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries,
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening
and reluctantly they say
auf wiedersehen.
A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening
as reluctantly they say
'auf wiedersehen.'
A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries,
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening
and reluctantly they say
auf wiedersehen.
*The goose of Bruce is finally cooked, for the cook got a look
at the fool that snuck up from behind *to goose the beautiful cook.
*For non-native English speakers:
If your goose is cooked it means you are in trouble.
To goose someone is to pinch his or her butt!
senses bemuse
thoughts amuse too
our goose is cooked
negating form
each life storm ebbs
conform with love
no fears remain
feral stains cleansed
heart’s pain is healed
in body urn
bliss burns erst sins
we turn inwards
in hermit mode
we decode truth
an ode to God