Canadian Geese To Base Poem by Lee Fones

'Canadian geese to base'
'where on earth are you all'
'were flying in outer space
one of them did squall'

'that's quiet a marvel, feat
hope you all succeed'
'Robin i'll text and tweet
you can share this on live feed'

upon the net in outer space
those geese were having fun
turned out it was a race
seeing who could reach the sun

there was a lot of squawking
and some violence in-between
talking about Steve Hawking
about his wheel chair machine

nearly reaching Venus
one had sadly gone
apparently he was a genus
so they all just carried on

over Venus two more dead
things were hotting up
poor Fred and Ted
wont be getting cup

five Canadian geese left
Dawn, Sean, Tim, Ned, Doreen
Doreen is such a heft
and shes extremely keen

Dawn and Sean have fell out
there pecking at each other
Sean's blaming gout
Dawn blames his mother

'Tim, Doreen, Ned over'
twas a crackly line
'I can here you r, over'
'how you doing? ' 'fine'

Mercury Ned had fell i'll
sicker than a parrot
wouldn't of liked vets bill
was shriveled as a carrot

well Tim and Doreen
gone into realms of sun
although it maybe obscene
we'll never know who won