The girls giggle like a gaggle of geese and I move away with disgust. I’ll never understand what’s so funny about discussing how many different ways there are to murder someone with a handkerchief. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
I watched the geese float across the lake. They made the scene even more spectacular as the passerby stopped to watch. The morning glowed with the brightness that hadn’t been seen in a long while.
Oh, it’s ‘geese’ well that’s different; ‘God botherers’ are called ‘sheep’, while those who say ‘there is no God’ are called ‘geese’, because ‘the fool has said in his heart ‘”there is no God.”‘
When my friends and I went to the park, we saw those beautiful geese looking straight into our eyes. That was the day we found out geese don’t like to be thrown rocks at.
gesse poope everywhere..they are ugly and i always have to walk or ride my bike around them. they scare me because they look really mean when they start to hiss and it really pisses me off. i don’t like geese at all. they’re no good.
they were flying over head when i thought i herd her call my name. i looked around in the long grass to see her there but there was no one. i can remember her face like it was yesterday but the pain seems to be fading a bit. she used to love to watch the geese on the lake this time a year. i wish there was a way for me to turn back time and say all the things that i should have said to her…
It was a sunny day. My cousins had made me a sandwich. Being the shockingly introverted child I was, I sat with my hands under the table. Considering my head was down, it is a wonder I didn’t see the goose heading toward my finger with its beak gaping.
My mother always used to say that geese were attack dogs in disguise. I’ve never come across a pack of geese myself but I’m assured that they are particularly vicious. That’s why I always flinch when I hear honking, its not the car that scares me its the sound of geese.
Ahhh. Damn sun. It’s too bright. We should somehow be able to dim it, fuck sunglasses. Oh good. There’s a bench. This park is too damn long. Wow. Those geese are annoying. Why can’t they shut up? Wait, why the hell do we have geese in this park anyway? There’s really no point to them. All they do is annoy the fuck outta everyone. Maybe I should get rid of them. Tomorrow. I’ll bring my gun tomorrow.
Geese are not beautiful. They are ugly. They are loud. They are stupid. They are crude. Not like mallards, swans, etc. Geese, as a whole are just really lame birds.
I was mauled to death by a gaggle of geese. How was i supposed to look tough in Hades? Hell, i don’t know. What a heroic way to die, the greatest fighter in Greece, mauled to death by a gaggle of geese.
geese. peaceful and togetherness
collective word that shows loyalty and family. Goose, the singular is rarely seen, as geese stay in families and nuture each other. if i were an animal i would be a geese because i am loyal and tend to stay with my own. Geese, shows everything good about the animal kingdom.
The goose was flying. He had lost his group last night and hasn’t felt safe since. Flying on and on, his wings grew tired. As twilight came, he began to look for a place to rest.
flying in a nut colored sky with broomsticks and bells quite like a pack of retarded whales with strange neck problems, geese often annoy all who see them based upon the fact that they enjoy shitting upon the happy grass and prefer to honk angrily when there is happiness to be had.
note
this is a lie
Swans are beautiful. They certainly have to overcome the odds – something about a bird that lives in the water instead of the air seems wrong and clumsy. But swans destroy that stereotype. Grace. Elegance. Beauty. The reason I’ve always liked the number 2 the best is because it resembles a swan.
Wait what? the word is geese?
Oh shit… geese suck.
Like masked old women, the Canadian geese lift their gray skirts and slowly step along the road,owning it whole, while I slow and honk and swear, but they ignore me the way a well-mannered lady pretends a ruffian is just not there, saying gaily “Silly goose, what’s your rush? Enjoy the pause, enjoy the strut.”
i lke geese thy are white and fly. sometimes they honk at people and that can be scary. i like them sometimes. when they don’t honk. one dy i might buy a goose but i don’t know yet. its a trinky thing to think about. maybe i will live on a goose farm
i am unable in recalling the meaning of the word.. but today i will write as this after some time that i have been writting because i was out of town and that was a great time with friends and hope that i m able to spend such quality time with them as many times as possible … throughout my life.. .
a deluge of stress clouds my heart. i crumble, i fall, i’m out of breath. muted grey tones saturate my world. yet what’s this i’ve stumbled upon? books stashed in one corner of my room; i’ve tumbled back into the days of my childhood, those hours when i sought comfort in mother goose. once more-
York, swimming on the river in your last week while my friends and i dangled oyur legs over the edge of the embankment watching the red boats go by. two boats were named after my friends!! we ate icecreams and reminisced with a friend we havent seen for 2 yrs. fantastic times we had visiting the shambles, yourk minster and jorvik.
geese crossed the street as if they didn’t see the cars. I was speeding along the road; it was cloudy; I thought they were going to move, but as I got within one hundred meteres of them it was obvious that they wouldn’t. I slammed on the brakes, heard the wheels squeel, and came to a stop. They looked at me
“You know, you shouldn’t throw the stuff AT the freaking birds.”
“Ah shaddap.” The brown haired boy said, tossing another piece. “Its cool when they see it and snap at it rather than fly away.”
Goose feather pillows make me sneeze
I lay my head and my nose shoots. Pew!
And my eyes water, and I pretend it’s tears for the geese
That gave up their jackets for a pillow
And their flesh for a Sunday lunch
But then I see them
(In the eye of my mind, which doesn’t water)
Side by side and whole
Nestled in the pillow and comatose
I like to think they’re called Martha and Andrew
And I consider roasting my pillow
Because goose would be a satisfying midnight snack
A bird. Always wanted to eat its meat. Rhymes like geese. So u always smile when u say its name. Oh geese, oh beautiful white geese..wait, is geese=swan? No? NOO? Oooh shit.
They fly as far as they can. They do not kno how or why, but realise that they aare alive. They must survive or they must resign. I have seen them. I have seen them. Can they see me? Who am I? How? Iam. Iwill not believe until I am able to see.
Geese are called “hamsa” in Sanskrit. They are supposed to be the messengers of Brahma. Geese are part of the famous Indian story of “Nala and Damayanti”.
In the autumn my father drove me out of town to see the geese landing in the pond at the Meyer farm. Mr. Meyer had built a lookout atop his barn, with a guest register and an old pencil. My father liked to go to the top and watch the geese take off and land. And he liked to have me with him.
White aggressive animals. Look good on a tray but beware of them live. One is a lot, more than one is too much.
By Tamas Lorincz on 08.08.2009
Wearing your heart on your sleeve might get you into trouble or save someone’s life-it depends what is in your heart!
By Graeme Blaiklock on 08.08.2009
The girls giggle like a gaggle of geese and I move away with disgust. I’ll never understand what’s so funny about discussing how many different ways there are to murder someone with a handkerchief. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
By Book on 08.08.2009
I watched the geese float across the lake. They made the scene even more spectacular as the passerby stopped to watch. The morning glowed with the brightness that hadn’t been seen in a long while.
By Chelsea Phillippy on 08.08.2009
Oh, it’s ‘geese’ well that’s different; ‘God botherers’ are called ‘sheep’, while those who say ‘there is no God’ are called ‘geese’, because ‘the fool has said in his heart ‘”there is no God.”‘
By Graeme Blaiklock on 08.08.2009
They are beautiful creatures who stick together. If more people were like geese, we may have a nice world. They are very protective of their young.
By Paige on 08.08.2009
I was walking into a park when I was attacked by robot geese that decided to come into our world for all our hot dogs!
By Demi on 08.08.2009
Flying, honking. Winter. Canada. School. Family. Free. Take me with you, please. Togetherness. Company.
By Tiffany on 08.08.2009
When my friends and I went to the park, we saw those beautiful geese looking straight into our eyes. That was the day we found out geese don’t like to be thrown rocks at.
By lued on 08.08.2009
They fly, they squak, they squawk, and they preen.
There are usually more than one when they are designated as such, but alone they are goose.
When they fly en masse, not a single wingtip touches another, as if they all know where the others are.
By zenzetra on 08.08.2009
gesse poope everywhere..they are ugly and i always have to walk or ride my bike around them. they scare me because they look really mean when they start to hiss and it really pisses me off. i don’t like geese at all. they’re no good.
By tori on 08.08.2009
they were flying over head when i thought i herd her call my name. i looked around in the long grass to see her there but there was no one. i can remember her face like it was yesterday but the pain seems to be fading a bit. she used to love to watch the geese on the lake this time a year. i wish there was a way for me to turn back time and say all the things that i should have said to her…
By haley on 08.08.2009
It was a sunny day. My cousins had made me a sandwich. Being the shockingly introverted child I was, I sat with my hands under the table. Considering my head was down, it is a wonder I didn’t see the goose heading toward my finger with its beak gaping.
By Hannah on 08.08.2009
My mother always used to say that geese were attack dogs in disguise. I’ve never come across a pack of geese myself but I’m assured that they are particularly vicious. That’s why I always flinch when I hear honking, its not the car that scares me its the sound of geese.
By Fafafal on 08.08.2009
Ahhh. Damn sun. It’s too bright. We should somehow be able to dim it, fuck sunglasses. Oh good. There’s a bench. This park is too damn long. Wow. Those geese are annoying. Why can’t they shut up? Wait, why the hell do we have geese in this park anyway? There’s really no point to them. All they do is annoy the fuck outta everyone. Maybe I should get rid of them. Tomorrow. I’ll bring my gun tomorrow.
By Talya on 08.09.2009
I have two friends who were both attacked by geese at young ages. Separate incidences. Now, both are too skinny and are…gloomy, most of the time.
I think it’s hilarious. Imagine it: a little six year old being chased by geese. The audio alone would be priceless.
By Steven on 08.09.2009
i saw geese in the pond
By alka on 08.09.2009
Oh I get the word geese again. Alright! I was walking down the street when something caught my eye. OH! IT’s geese! I shouted. Pretty unusual site!
By alka on 08.09.2009
sitting on a park bench
feeling like a dead duck
dun na na na na nah
DAAAADADADDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
By Fimbrethil on 08.09.2009
Geese are not beautiful. They are ugly. They are loud. They are stupid. They are crude. Not like mallards, swans, etc. Geese, as a whole are just really lame birds.
By Jacob on 08.09.2009
I was mauled to death by a gaggle of geese. How was i supposed to look tough in Hades? Hell, i don’t know. What a heroic way to die, the greatest fighter in Greece, mauled to death by a gaggle of geese.
By Sarabored on 08.09.2009
like all geeses i duck my head and hand over my neck
By emre on 08.09.2009
geese. peaceful and togetherness
collective word that shows loyalty and family. Goose, the singular is rarely seen, as geese stay in families and nuture each other. if i were an animal i would be a geese because i am loyal and tend to stay with my own. Geese, shows everything good about the animal kingdom.
By Shannon on 08.09.2009
The goose was flying. He had lost his group last night and hasn’t felt safe since. Flying on and on, his wings grew tired. As twilight came, he began to look for a place to rest.
By Ash on 08.09.2009
tempering
By akhtar on 08.09.2009
flying in a nut colored sky with broomsticks and bells quite like a pack of retarded whales with strange neck problems, geese often annoy all who see them based upon the fact that they enjoy shitting upon the happy grass and prefer to honk angrily when there is happiness to be had.
note
this is a lie
By karelia on 08.09.2009
Swans are beautiful. They certainly have to overcome the odds – something about a bird that lives in the water instead of the air seems wrong and clumsy. But swans destroy that stereotype. Grace. Elegance. Beauty. The reason I’ve always liked the number 2 the best is because it resembles a swan.
Wait what? the word is geese?
Oh shit… geese suck.
By Y on 08.09.2009
Like masked old women, the Canadian geese lift their gray skirts and slowly step along the road,owning it whole, while I slow and honk and swear, but they ignore me the way a well-mannered lady pretends a ruffian is just not there, saying gaily “Silly goose, what’s your rush? Enjoy the pause, enjoy the strut.”
By Brian Slusher on 08.09.2009
i lke geese thy are white and fly. sometimes they honk at people and that can be scary. i like them sometimes. when they don’t honk. one dy i might buy a goose but i don’t know yet. its a trinky thing to think about. maybe i will live on a goose farm
By hollie on 08.09.2009
i am unable in recalling the meaning of the word.. but today i will write as this after some time that i have been writting because i was out of town and that was a great time with friends and hope that i m able to spend such quality time with them as many times as possible … throughout my life.. .
By ashish on 08.09.2009
a deluge of stress clouds my heart. i crumble, i fall, i’m out of breath. muted grey tones saturate my world. yet what’s this i’ve stumbled upon? books stashed in one corner of my room; i’ve tumbled back into the days of my childhood, those hours when i sought comfort in mother goose. once more-
By chloé on 08.09.2009
York, swimming on the river in your last week while my friends and i dangled oyur legs over the edge of the embankment watching the red boats go by. two boats were named after my friends!! we ate icecreams and reminisced with a friend we havent seen for 2 yrs. fantastic times we had visiting the shambles, yourk minster and jorvik.
By Elly on 08.09.2009
geese crossed the street as if they didn’t see the cars. I was speeding along the road; it was cloudy; I thought they were going to move, but as I got within one hundred meteres of them it was obvious that they wouldn’t. I slammed on the brakes, heard the wheels squeel, and came to a stop. They looked at me
By Andrew on 08.09.2009
“You know, you shouldn’t throw the stuff AT the freaking birds.”
“Ah shaddap.” The brown haired boy said, tossing another piece. “Its cool when they see it and snap at it rather than fly away.”
By Mike on 08.09.2009
Goose feather pillows make me sneeze
I lay my head and my nose shoots. Pew!
And my eyes water, and I pretend it’s tears for the geese
That gave up their jackets for a pillow
And their flesh for a Sunday lunch
But then I see them
(In the eye of my mind, which doesn’t water)
Side by side and whole
Nestled in the pillow and comatose
I like to think they’re called Martha and Andrew
And I consider roasting my pillow
Because goose would be a satisfying midnight snack
By Cherish on 08.09.2009
if i was a natures guy, how would i implement that in the life that i am living.
By julius on 08.09.2009
A bird. Always wanted to eat its meat. Rhymes like geese. So u always smile when u say its name. Oh geese, oh beautiful white geese..wait, is geese=swan? No? NOO? Oooh shit.
By Vishnu Shankar on 08.09.2009
They fly as far as they can. They do not kno how or why, but realise that they aare alive. They must survive or they must resign. I have seen them. I have seen them. Can they see me? Who am I? How? Iam. Iwill not believe until I am able to see.
By Nigel Reigate on 08.09.2009
Geese are called “hamsa” in Sanskrit. They are supposed to be the messengers of Brahma. Geese are part of the famous Indian story of “Nala and Damayanti”.
By Syam Kumar on 08.09.2009
In the autumn my father drove me out of town to see the geese landing in the pond at the Meyer farm. Mr. Meyer had built a lookout atop his barn, with a guest register and an old pencil. My father liked to go to the top and watch the geese take off and land. And he liked to have me with him.
By nancy Lovell on 08.09.2009