Adventures on the Road: I am starving

August 13, 2013

To a Goose and to my Belly

this was sent to me a long time ago, and I came across this the other day - food was on the mind "YES"

To a Goose

If thou didst feed on western plains of yore;

Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet

Over some Cambrian mountain's plashy moor;

Or find in famer's yard a safe retreat

From gypsy thieves, and foxes sly and fleet;

If thy grey quills, by lawyer guided, trace

Deeds big with ruin to some wretched race,

Or love-sick poet's sonnet, sad and sweet,

Wailing the rigour of his lady fair;

Or if, the drudge of housemaid's daily toil,

Cobwebs and dust thy pinions white besoil,

Departed Goose! I neither know nor care.

But this I know, that we pronounced thee fine,

Seasoned with sage and onions, and port wine.