poem

When geese go shopping,
What do they want?
Oilskins?

When geese go shopping,
Oilskins are out.

When geese go shopping
With escalator music
They’re going up
In the scale of things.
Escalation.

There was a time
Long ago,
When geese didn’t need
Department stores.

Now,
On the other wing,
They build their nests
With catalogues.

There’s no shredding of evidence,
No rhyme or rhythm in their flight
When geese fly past
The bustling queues of sheep,
Over the departmental heads below,
And are first in . . .
Honkeys!

Choirs of geese these days
Need throat lozenges
After a hard days flight
To the shops.

There was a time,
Long ago,
When geese didn’t need
Department stores.

You silly goose.
What’s your favourite
Lift . . .
Music?