Trojan Hind-Sight
“Never look a gift horse in the mouth.”
We should have been wary of what
was concealed in its generous gut,
but the horse was a gift
and they might have been miffed                                        
if we’d peeked in its mouth, or its butt.
A Runcible Goose
“What a runcible goose you are!” 
—Edward Lear, from “Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos”
Is it large as a turkey and fat as a grouse?
 Is it kept in a coop or a barn or a house,      or LOOSE,
A Runcible Goose?
Is it silly, inane, and a bit of a loon?                
Are its faculties sharp as a runcible spoon,       or OBTUSE,                   
        A Runcible Goose?
Have its physical attributes ever been clear?         
Was its likeness depicted by Tenniel, Lear,       or SEUSS,            
        A Runcible Goose?     
Does it differ from normal, non-runcible geese?
Are its eyes a cerulean blue, or cerise,       or CHARTREUSE,
        A Runcible Goose?
Does it fashion a nest in a runcible nook?             
Does it forage for runcinate leaves by a brook,       or SLUICE,    
        A Runcible Goose?
If the species were threatened, would anyone care?    
Is it seldom observed and statistically rare,       or PROFUSE,
        A Runcible Goose?
Does it toddle about with a runcible gander
Who goes by the name of Maurice, Alexander,       or BRUCE,      
        A Runcible Goose?
Is its nature obscure, like the Akond of Swat?                               
Would the sight of it frighten an innocent tot,       or PAPOOSE,          
        A Runcible Goose? 
Does it nurture an egg with a runcible yolk?          
 Does it nibble on seedlings of maple, or oak,       or SPRUCE,    
         A Runcible Goose?
Are there runcible goslings that follow its lead,
And that only a runcible mother could feed,       or PRODUCE,                                  
        A Runcible Goose?
Is a runcible runt at the rear of the pack,
Like the car at the back of a train on a track,       or CABOOSE,                             
        A Runcible Goose?
Would it ever have dinner with you, or with me?
If you gave it a choice, would it rather have tea,       or JUICE,            
        A Runcible Goose? 
When it lies in its lair, does it study Kabbalah
And ponder Jehovah, or Brahma, or Allah,       or ZEUS,
        A Runcible Goose? 
Does a concept of Being exist in its brain?   
 Are its thoughts esoteric, hermetic, arcane,       or ABSTRUSE,                 
         A Runcible Goose?
When it rests in its nest, does it find it’s inclined
To a Neoplatonic Awareness, or Mind,       or NOUS,
        A Runcible Goose?
Does it linger when winter approaches, or go?
Does it hibernate under a blanket of snow,       or VAMOOSE,            
        A Runcible Goose? 
Does it parler franҫais? Does it Deutsch sprechen too?          
 When it’s flying away, does it bid you adieu,       or TSCHÜSS,                
         A Runcible Goose?                                                      
