Simic almost starved to death waiting for the
man who told him "our goose is cooked".
I folded my napkin in preporation.  And
remembered what my grandma told me:  
"We never starved in belfast".
But now everyones arived in one piece.
Hoping their goose was cooked.  
We waited and waited.  Two more
guests sat down.  One said " Is our goose
cooked yet"? No not yet!  
Finally a fed up patron
arose from his seat.
He had to of been eighty nine.
Listen he yelled:
Have fun!
Do what ever needs to be done.
Before all of your geese are cooked!
***** waiting for it.
Theres nothing we can do to change the circumstance.
Believe me Im getting the first serving, I can already smell
the aroma.