Goose taxi

I saw what I thought was a swan,

Gliding on the lake, it was soon gone.

I told my ornithological friend.

It was no swan, but an interesting trend.

It was a goose with a roach on its beak.

Hence the black dot that I did peek.

Cockroaches here are wont to traverse

Waters with geese to not drown or worse.

The beak is the best place not to get eaten,

Their survival skills just can’t be beaten.

Holding on tight they can’t be dislodged,

The geese become taxis; fate can’t be dodged.

Smart as a roach is what I now call my sis

(Pretty as one too, that makes her hiss.)

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