The Goose–A Children’s Poem

I waddle

I  sway

I twist my neck





Cars zoom past

My feet don’t care

I feel

the lane

isn’t mine to share


Through honking fits

And screams of passersby

My little goose heart

“my oh my”


The truck comes close

The bus will just have to pass

The motorcycle grumbles

-is it





Lila the dry-cleaner

Storms out of her shop

A hanger in hand

She’ll scare me about


More honking comes fast

Some brake screeches: “phew!”

The weather’s way too nice

for you to yell



I’ll cross when I please

I was here before you

—and if you must know

My mom’s a slow waddler, too!

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