roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

The Road Goose

That goose on the road named Bill

Had thirty-two pennies left still

Until he spent them all

At the carnival

And lost his truck to Sad Phil

Sad Phil was a guy

With mud in his eye

The type was common around here

With his hands to the sky

And his jaw gone awry

He gave an uproarious cheer

"You sir have helped me out plenty

Been needing a truck since twenty"

With little else said

Bill hung his head

As Sad Phil made the parking space empty

The manager knew

Bill was still blue

And gave him a thoughtful gift

With a sudden jolt

And a hasty bolt

He sought to correct Bill's rift

What a lovely gift Bill had received

Its contents made him most relieved

So much so

That he would know

Better was closer than he believed

With a cheer

And a beer

The road goose once again took a stand

His chance would come

The total was sum

And now he travelled with the band