A Wild Goose Chase

A poem about a goose chasing me at the lake.

Pulled up to my ole fishing hole
One hot day down at the lake.
Popped the trunk to find my pole;
T'was then I did a double take.

Out from amongst the tallest reed,
The big goose waddled straight
For me - still his bill I did not heed;
Turned instead to choose my bait.

Closer now feathers began to ruffle;
Straightening out his skinny neck.
Honking sounds made me scuffle;
Knowing bare legs might feel a peck.

My quest on hold for fishing gear,
Began the chase without thinking.
I chased that goose without a fear!
Soon found myself in sand, sinking.

Suddenly he reared his head high,
Hissing loudly beak opened wide.
Ouch! He bit me hard upon my thigh;
Leaving his reminder I cannot hide.