THOSE MESMERIC GEESESE. 

Those Mesmeric Geese
Flew,
In from the North and west,
Over Fen,
And Flatlands,
Filling the Skies,
With their Skein,
Like some Heavenly host
 Descending, 

Are those Mesmeric
Providers,
Of Down,
Quill,
And Roasted meats,
Guardians of our Home,
That dripped,
And dribbled,
Their way,
So sweet,

When speaking only
To those wining winds,
That rattled 'n' hummed,
Among Reads 'n' Grasses,
Seeking both Voices 'n' Faces,
To tip their wink,
Is once again sweet meats
To Taste,
Amid Our Winter Solutes time,
When carolling,
Raising the Stilton,
And Wine.