THE LOCH LOOSE GOOSE TRUCE!

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THE LOCH LOOSE GOOSE TRUCE!

I was hunting in far off Loch Loose,
In the woods near St. Patty’s dam,
When I spied an aging goose,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am,

And I was so hungry,
So, I wasn’t choose-y,
I grabbed my gun, see,
And shot that ole’ goose-y,

But then it grabbed my gun,
And shot me back, BAMM!
So, we both lay bleedin’ at the settin’ sun,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am!

So, now, me and ole’ goose-y
Are best chums, by damn,
If you can’t beat ‘em or eat ’em, don’t be choose-y,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am!  🙂

THE FORGOTTEN POEM

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THE FORGOTTEN POEM

I had composed a great poem—a poem for the ages.

It would surely have made me one of the great sages!

But sadly, I’ve forgotten it—I don’t have a clue,

So, tragically, today, I have nothing for you!

 

Could my poem have been about green geese flying south?

Or was it, maybe, about cold sores in your mouth?

Could it have been about 1000 uses for dental floss?

Or about honest politicians—no way, I’m at a loss!

 

So, for today, I hope you’ll see fit,

To forgive my oversight for just a bit,

And tomorrow, I will try again to appease

And maybe I’ll write about those flying green geese! 😊