a gobbling gander
flaps and flops in
gibbering style
he thinks to make
up his offensive
jabs with a smile
but a fowl's foul
is always most foul
when armed with a jest
and what's worse
is his march and
protruded proud chest
yet he's unaware
or so he futilely
attempts to explain
that any of his
petty, pointless actions
are made in vain
waddle and sway
but still keeping his
head high on neck
he's unseeing of
his path that he's marked
with many a speck
thus one can
at all times see where
the gander has gone
of course the
gander's no bird
I'm sure you caught on
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