Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Made Mad the Geese

As I am strolling through a field

A gaggle of geese came toward me.

I thought and then out loud revealed

How tasty a fried goose would be.

I guess the geese heard me, cuz then

A chorus of honking was had.

I knew I made a mistake when

All the geese charged me, very mad.

I turned and tried to run away,

But found out geese can faster fly.

Now I've become the hunted prey,

And I'm the one that's gonna fry.

Gosh golly, a gaggle of geese

Pecking me apart, piece by piece.