Lucy Goose on the loose,
Chasing mother and her deuce.
Mother picks up twins,
Determined goose will not win.
Goose gives chase.
Mother picks up her pace.
Gaggle left behind,
Lucy continues chase unkind.
Mother tires with her load,
Sees what could unfold;
Sets down upon the grass
Each sweet and darling lass.
Turns about to confront
Lucy Goose’s cold affront.
No longer on the run,
Mother with goose is done.
Instinct ignites:
Lucy Goose will get a fight.
Verbal sparring first begins;
Sufficient scare: mother wins.
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Musings of a Kunderian Monster 