As I look over the mountains, I see a flock of geese. They look like a snowy picture, I could turn them into a fleece. I see them flying around, As they look around for shots. I pulled out my trusty rifle, I plan to bake them in pots. They will taste so yummy, As I cook them in the oven. I will baste them over and over, It will taste like good lovin'.
Reason for writing:
I was hungry around lunch time.
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