My Life as a Goose

In the end there was the beginning
Where all the mutes were loudly singing
The blind audience watched the show
As the deaf folk rocked to and fro

What was left was surely taken
As of beef we all eat bacon
As the crow swims slowly by
I slowly floss my food soaked eye

I think I can’t remember
To count to ten and then September
The colour red is really black
As I start my job with the sack

My mind is found before it’s lost
As I catch that which is tossed
I count my blessing at the dawn
And wash my back with a prawn

In the beginning there was an end
As it all starts again
I have much less of what is more
As to crawl I must first walk

As a straight line turns the bend
I receive what they didn’t send
The dawn breaks to late light
The dark dims early my sight

I like to think
But, only in drink
I like to hear
If I have a beer

I would go to bed
If it was with a Red
I like a Blonde
But the taste is wrong

I look but cannot see
What is to become of me
I hear a voice inside my head
Shut up you goose and go to bed