Mr. Goose and Mrs. Goose
(I guess we call her Gander)
Came for respite to a pond –
It couldn’t have been grander.
They floated quietly along
Their white cheeks sweetly matching.
The Mister shyly asked his wife,
“Will you lay eggs for hatching?”
She gracefully inclined her head,
As they glided on the water,
And he with all his goose-ish pride,
Was awfully glad he’d sought her.
And then, as if they’d trained for years
In perfect synchronization,
They lowered their heads into the pond,
Seeking food for their celebration.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, right after I come up with a better rhyme for “synchronization.” Ta ta!
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