UNTITLED GOOSE POEM

As I was strolling past the lake
I came upon a goose
who flattened reeds all in his wake;
much larger than a moose.

He gestured 'cross the lovely stream
toward the waiting horde;
a crowd that sat in distant dream
until the bus they'd board.

"Why do they wait for this machine,"
he asked in plaintive song,
"When I am free to ride, and clean,
and nearly twice as long?"

I said "Oh goose, while you are fine,
with ample room to ride,
your average punter sees the sign:
"WARNING: YOU WON'T SURVIVE."

The goose sighed long. "Then I shall check
what no mere veh'cle can."
He stretched out his enormous neck
and ate a businessman.