Poetry On Wednesday (26th. January)

POW has emerged from the shadows! Rallentanda asks for poems about what the poet "is a goose at"

The Perils of Courtship

I am a goose(*) at goosing(**)
At the tender age of four
I sought to goose my sister.
She hurled me to the floor.

I next attempted goosing -
Expelled from my co-ed
for slinking round the Girls' End
and trying to goose their Head.

Another go at goosing
led to my first job-loss -
I popped into her office
and goosed my red-haired boss.

I lost my first fiancee.
She thought that I was queer
(Reader - finish this yourself!
This last line ends with "rear")

There's never a right moment
or that's the way it seems
to creep up close behind her
and goose "She Of My Dreams."

The lesson for would-be goosers
it seems to me, is this.
Don't poke them in their hinderparts.
They'd much prefer a kiss.


(*)   Goose (n) (slang) A person not proficient, nay utterly hopeless, at some specified activity
(**) Goose (v.trans.) (UK slang)To sharply poke or pinch someone's buttocks. Derived from a goose's inclination to bite a retreating intruder's hindquarters.  (Oh, how middle clarss! if you mean "bum" FGS say "bum")