This Poem was Submitted By: Mark D. Kilburn On Date: 2001-04-18 18:00:40 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Moosehead Mosey

      Last night I was awakened by a very strange sound,    so I jumped out of bed to take a look around.       When out of the mist, what did I see?    Nine hundred moose were heading towards me!       A moose is a monster weighing nearly two ton,    but these moose were friendly, just out for some fun.       Now the moose have invaded, they are nine hundred strong!    I hope if they stay here, they don't stay too long.       Every one of them hungry and also quite loud,    They're rude and they're rowdy an unruly crowd.       Yes this is a warning, when they come to your town,    they eat everything, whether or not it's tied down.         Some moose browsed upon fresh shrubberies,    While a couple of big cows, devoured ash trees.       Soon there would be no plants left at all    That's when I gave the police a call,       the officer said " My hands are quite full,"    "Do whatever you can with that four thousand pound bull."       The moose have invaded, they are nine hundred strong!    I hope if they stay here, they don't stay too long.       Every one of them hungry, and also quite loud,    They're rude and they're rowdy, an unruly crowd.       This is your warning, if they come to your town    they eat anything, whether or not it's tied down.           My car was expensive, a good sum of cash.    There's a moose standing on it and he's eating the dash!       You think this is fiction, I know it is fact,    wait until they've eaten the shirt off your back!       It's then that you'll realize the moose you should fear,    I hope I have made this moose story quite clear.       

Copyright © April 2001 Mark D. Kilburn

Additional Notes:
Written in response to the following article: Anchorage, Alaska Nov. 88 Anchorage this fall is brimming with moose-perhaps 900 of them, or 100 more than the total that feasted on urban shrubbery last year. Moose are standing on cars in traffic moseying around back yards and eating mountain ash trees. The animals are bulling there way through traffic, nosing around fast food franchises and hanging around a synagogue.(According to Fish and Game officials)


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