The Goose–A Children’s Poem

I waddle

I  sway

I twist my neck

every

which

way

—-

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

out

of

gas?

—-

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

shoo!

—-

I’ll cross when I please

I was here before you

—and if you must know

My mom’s a slow waddler, too!