A MOOSE IS LOOSE ON MY ROOF…

NOW HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE THAT MOOSE GOT ON MY ROOF?

DID HE FLY UP THERE WITH THE WINGS OF A GOOSE?

Or did he just climb up there after drinking his orange juice?

I would have thought he would be more comfortable in a spruce?

Would this be considered to be self-abuse?

Or is this moose just that of a recluse?

Or am I personally just being obtuse?

Well I am certainly at a loss to deduce the behavior of this moose,

maybe someone out there In the land of the moose can produce an excuse?

until that time, Rufuz & I will take our respective caboose & vamoose,

before I make you all reluctant to read anymore of my refuse (read: trash).

But if you all will just allow us this weird one, we will then make a truce,

to try to develop more pertinent poetry, before leaving for Syracuse…

                                    (ed)