Greasy goose.

Greasy goose, you made your way from the empty plains.
A lust for corn. since you were born yet not a sprig to peck.
You made your way into town, through the shops you waddled.
You went into the supermarket and between aisles and carts you got muddled.
You went into the mechanic and came out sticky.
You couldn´t cross the road because it was thick with traffic.
A little boy fell in love with you and took you under his arm.
But there at home you were attacked by his jealous lonely mom.
Greasy and ruffled you flew under the bed before she struck her stroke.
Then you flew out the window when the immaculate morning woke.
You flew as the grease and stress in your wings had sealed.
Into a fast maturing, curly and alluring corn field.