Splitter splatter geese a gaggle...walking in the rain
Tail to sashayed feathered tails...lined up like a train
Bouncing downy white and waddling...clicking and a clacking
Freight-trained goosies splashing -- laughing...mud prints just a tracking
Honking orders in the storm marching to the lake
Clearing those that venture...charging...oh for 'gooseness' sakes
Feeding time out in the lake just ahead of thunder
Loud and boisterous gaggles echo, is there any wonder?
Brave and challenging...poking fun...daring each raindrop
Up-turned long necks drink their fill...sipping as rain hops
Storms are tilt-a-whirls to geese...amusements for their laughter
Funny orange-beaked silly goosies...happy ever after.
This is fun and carefree, don't get to read too much fun anymore. Thank you. Pierre.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 29, 2006
It's the goosies that I love best...not cooked of course. I always loved ducks and geese. And children are fascinated by them. Bet this can make it in any classroom. Victor
just about everyday i travel to the beach there are numerous flocks of "silly goosies" who are quite a sight to behold making their way through the grass, across the shore and through the air ... delightful poem!
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You ever been goosed by a goose? Not fun...LOL
Aberjhani
Love Tinka
A mind like yours has no boundaries. Goodness! When you pen these gems ... do you feel blessed?
I was enthralled reading this, and felt as if you had experienced a moment of orgasmic delight in the penning of it.
A dot skiddle biddle duth a lambre sump a libre ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Whatever genre you tackle...you transform it into a thing of beauty and full expression
Your talent is in the small details, and your attention to detail..
Love
Peter
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