Found Poem of This Moose Belongs to Me
The moose came to Wilfred a while ago
It was meant to be his
Much of the time, it seemed the moose wasn't listening
On a particularly long walk,
he made a terrible discovery.
Dumbstruck
RODRIGO you're back!
MARCEL is my moose,
DOMINIC you're back!
MARCEL is my moose
It was getting late
A compromise, all was forgiven.
Wilfred, the old lady, old man,
They'd never really owned the moose anyway.
It was meant to be his
Much of the time, it seemed the moose wasn't listening
On a particularly long walk,
he made a terrible discovery.
Dumbstruck
RODRIGO you're back!
MARCEL is my moose,
DOMINIC you're back!
MARCEL is my moose
It was getting late
A compromise, all was forgiven.
Wilfred, the old lady, old man,
They'd never really owned the moose anyway.
The Minnesota Moose
It has been very confusing times for me
As confusing as times could be
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
But next thing I know someone decides otherwise
"MARCEL!" "RODRIGO!" "DOMINICK!" the stranger cries
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
The little boy ties me with blue string
and forces me to listen to awful recordings of Sting
The old lady knitted me a mismatch patterned sweater
Warm, yes, but her house smells of old cheddar
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
The old man, puffing his tobacco pipe
tells me of his war stories and a tear, I wipe
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
One day..
As confusing as times could be
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
But next thing I know someone decides otherwise
"MARCEL!" "RODRIGO!" "DOMINICK!" the stranger cries
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
The little boy ties me with blue string
and forces me to listen to awful recordings of Sting
The old lady knitted me a mismatch patterned sweater
Warm, yes, but her house smells of old cheddar
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
The old man, puffing his tobacco pipe
tells me of his war stories and a tear, I wipe
They think they own me, I am a moose
I'd like to think I'm free, on the loose
One day..
I Took A Moose On A Walk
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Write a poem about taking a moose on a walk. Describe what you saw, what you felt, who you were with, the weather, etc. After you write your poem, underline the words or phrases that helped you visualize in your head while you were reading.