So….I intended to write a poem about an Easter egg hunt, but one thing led to another and this is what I ended up with:
We met a goose named George
at Hayward’s Dairy Queen
Arrived in sky blue pick-up truck
feathers white and clean
Orange beak poked out the window
in driver’s lap he sat
At first I did a double take
expecting dog or cat
In no time a crowd gathered
to gawk, engage, connect
While owner bought some ice cream
Georgie stood erect
Trash bin made a kingly perch
for regal pampered bird
Many watchers scattered
when Georgie dropped a turd
Redneck returned with goodies
tucked Georgie under arm
The pair then left for parts unknown
probably a farm…
…
You just can’t make this stuff up!
I started looking through my archive for an Easter picture.
When I found George, I thought, Okay….close enough.
And then I forgot all about how serious I wanted to be…hidden eggs inside ourselves…the seeds of possibility…
And ended up with this craziness instead!
Hoppy Sunday indeed—hop! hop! hop!
Warmest wishes,
G
That was just ducky! Er, well, goosey. But that just doesn’t carry the same feel.
Thanks for a good laugh on this fine day!
This was even better than seeds of possibility because it made me smile. Happy Easter, Gail.