A Shamelessly Silly Goose Poem about Albany's Local Honkers

Please enjoy my punny goose poem. Would you call it doggerel or goosserel?

Mustard Geese

Hour after hour

all you can see is their snaky heads

hiding among the flowers

 green and yellow no reds.

These local fowl trust

we don't see them just

standing so still.

One serious sentinel

with head above the rest

puts this to the test,

we see through the ruse

and name him

Colonel Mustard Goose.

He Holds forth with honks and flaps

In the place called .

I live two blocks from the Gill Tract. It has become a home to variety of wildlife: Canadian geese, , occasional deer, skunks, and raccoons to the amusement of most of the the neighbors. Having grown up in the country I feel right at home, too.