The Goose

I entered my home’s kitchen;
I was going to drink some juice.
What I didn’t expect that afternoon
Was to be attacked by a massive goose!

The goose had come through the cat flap
Intent on causing harm.
It bit me on my precious face,
And then it broke my arm.

I screamed and squealed and cried in pain;
The goose appeared to laugh;
It grabbed me by my trembling legs
And it broke them both in half.

I must have lost all consciousness
And when I started to come round
Instead of legs attached to me
A pair of brooms I found.

A nurse had tidied up my wounds;
I was in pain no more,
And as a bonus side effect
My legs could sweep the floor.

Why did the goose do it?
It’s a crazy thing to do.
So be careful of a massive goose
It might replace some limbs on you.