In the bin I buttered her up
I thought funny for I find loony
insane but never duck  her incoming flight
nor pluck any downy plumage stuck
I elongate my neck
even when temporarily flightless
with grog of fish
my wide beak grins
holding slippery food items
but, geese are rather appealing,
I squack,
so out again,
of it,
I extend my breast proud..