Nancy L. Meek

IF I WERE A GOOSE!

Nancy L. Meek: If I Were a Goose If I were a goose,
I’d live near a lake,
shake my caboose
and flirt with some drake.

I’d wink and I’d waddle
and act quite the pris
and with my beak lips
I’d give him a kiss!

Then, when he came to,
we’d take off together,
soar over mountains
two birds of a feather.

I’d lay all his goslings
or whatever they’re called
and nag him for bread
until he goes bald.

I’d threaten him twice
if he didn’t fly right
to pluck out his eyes
with all of my might!

I’d not ask for flowers
for a vase I’d have none
but to spend all my hours
with him ‘neath the sun.

We’d fly and we’d race,
get soaked when it rains,
and stop by your place
and poop on your panes.

I’d honk some fool greeting
wave farewell with my wing
for time is quite fleeting
and I never could sing.

With young ones beside us
and winter soon nigh,
I’d put up a fuss
till south we would fly.

Then somewhere in the air
in some southern state,
We’d leave our babes there
to make their own fate.

Then we’d make like the wind,
my feathered friend and I
the clouds, our kith and kin,
our home, the open sky!