Jake Deeds (5/11/1965 / Arkansas)
Just For Fun....
The old grey goose no longer sings
As he falls from grace and flings his wings
And flings his wings to no avail
Shaking and shuttering, his tail sets sail
And as he fell the gander thought it neat
...To watch the old squacker loose his feet
His severed feet then hit his bill
She loudly cackled as he took his spill
All that was left then hit a willow
And now the old grey goose resides in my pillow....<><
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