Moose Musings
A wild moose strolls into
Pete’s Bar
Squeezing those antlers
through the door
All the patrons stare with
astonishment
They’ve never seen a live
moose before
The bar keep pours the stranger
a cold one
And asks him if he’s from out
of town
He mumbles something about
being Canadian
That thick accent hard to
work around
Drinks alone under the
microscope
No one can quite figure this
scene out
Buys a round for the
incredulous house
Which washes away all cynical
doubt
So what if a moose is hanging
at the bar?
Who cares if this defies
common sense?
Simply accept and ye shall
receive
Never look a gift moose in
the mouth
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