A very good afternoon to you Lon.
After your comment about a goose under your arm while bar hopping, this just sort of arrived. I'm not entirely sure where it came from, or for that matter, where it's going, but it has apparently taken on a life of it's own, and refuses to be denied. So, with apologies to goosers everywhere.
The giggling gaggle of geese did grow gleefully gulping their potion.
Graciously, to the tavern they’d go to gander at ganders in motion,
These giggling geese, greatly bemused, went to gather a thought for their gender,
And so it was heard from wise ganders abroad, “What’s sauce for the goose tis Glenfiddich for the Gander…”
Honk!!!
