The Goose
![The Goose](/content/images/size/w960/2024/05/The-Goose-1.jpg)
Limericks are traditional drinking songs from England (they're not actually Irish!). In their purest form, they should be obscene. Even better if they violate taboos. I didn't know any of that when I wrote this, I just thought it worked well for this story. And while I think that using structured verse gives me some street cred to use poetic license, this is absolutely a true story. Furthermore, even though I've written heart-wrenching accounts of interactions with wild birds before, I'm pleased to report that this ridiculous poem took more time than any previous post!¹
And while it's complete nonsense, maybe it does violate a couple of taboo subjects for a veterinarian: joking about death, ridiculing a member of the public, or even suggesting that humanity's best intentions to help sometimes just spreads goosecrap everywhere.
Oh well.
Now I give you, The Lake O. Bro Limerick.
There once was a Bro from Lake O.,
A jolly old bro–you should know–
Who'd be quick to report
(In Hawaiian boardshorts),
He's pure bro from his head to his toes.
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One fine summer day on Lake O.,
Whilst chillaxing on his patio.
This well-meaning guy,
Saw something awry,
And let the whole neighborhood know.
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-1-1-1.jpg)
'Twas an animal, clearly distressed!
Which roused passion in Lake O. Bro's chest,
He set courage in action,
And put down his distractions,
All second thoughts bravely suppressed.
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With a speed quite celebratory,
He leapt into the water ("For glory!"),
And paddled and stroked,
His dreams did get stoked,
Of soon having a pretty great story.
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The stricken goose's suspicions agrew,
For– as far as it knew–
It's time was nigh ended,
And shouldn't be spended,
In the trunk of Bro's used Subaru.
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-4.jpg)
But this bro had little intention,
And–dare I say– less comprehension.
To resist this bold plan,
For this poor bird's lifespan,
Would not extend with veterinary attention.
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-5.jpg)
With practiced interpersonal skills,
He sloshed into the clinic to thrill,
Our staff with his tale,
Of the goose he'd assailed,
And beseeched us it's health to fulfill.
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-6.jpg)
While (I assume) his bro pals were impressed,
And Bro-pride swelled in their breasts,
This fine Lake O. Bro,
Text messaging from the road,
Neglected the epilogue of his Broquest.
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For myself and the goose were alone.
And I pondered it's shattered wing bone.
With it's wasted condition,
And terminal malnutrition,
Had a scenic death already been blown?
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-8.jpg)
At the risk of being too verbose,
I halted this wild creature's woes.
'Fore returning to my shift,
I wiped up the gooseshit,
Whilst the Disney version got told to "The Bros".
![](https://www.sasquatchpaw.com/content/images/2024/05/Untitled_Artwork-9.jpg)
Thus ends this excessive limerick,
With the push of a pink-tinged barbiturate,
No lesson is clear,
But, hey! Raise a beer!
And consider it quite amphigoric.
- Although it's not even close to most nerdy limericks out there.
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