June 3rd, 2010
Three small geese ran away from the farm,
Such close quarters had lost there charm.
And on an adventure they had decided to be,
So out they set, all of a three.
Onward they went to a beautiful river,
Stuck their heads in for a drink,
all of a quiver.
Gathering their feathers,
Picking up their feet,
They waddled oh so slightly in the midday heat.
Wading through lush greens of many hew’s,
And stumbling upon a paper bearing the news.
“How quaint, how queer, how odd!” the article began,
A goose had found itself in a basting pan.
Amongst those lush greens of many a hue,
And on a well dressed table or two.