[Diablo]

There once was a Goose, clut-bucking as ever,
stuck in a coup wanting to rustle some feathers.
So he doubled his efforts to wake the barn with his presence
by garbling excessively to get The Farmer’s attention.
A steeled arm was extended to prise the goose from its home
but it flew from the throne, up over the head of its furious foe.
A beautiful golden egg sat nestled in straw
“I bet it’s still warm,” thought the goose eyeing the egg it had formed.
A yellowing aureate of ovular shape
from the top of its apex to the round-bottoming base.
The agronomist ached with astonishment. His greedy palms on the pellet
as quick as the farmer was headed to the market to sell it!
“Who’ll start me at seven... ty?” he gauged his audience
who gazed in awe of this otherwise inane subordinate.
“I’ll take it,” called a quibbler with one hand in her purse
as what he was asking was certainly below it’s actual worth.
The Farmer was happy just earning without having the burden
of so much as planting a turnip or to drive a tractor in person.
He headed back with determination to pet his favourite geese
celebrating each and every egg it laid with glee. Seven days a week.
But wealth had made him greedy, the more he had the more he wanted
causing problems when he couldn’t supply those who bought them off him.
The fall in profit saw him opt for a far more drastic measure
he grabbed his feathered friend by the neck and clamped his hands together.
The added pressure meant The Goose choked its reply
to a betrayal as cold and concise as its emotionless eyes.
The smallholder surmised that with a slowing production
to cope with the public demand he needed gold from its stomach.
His overindulgence a total injustice in the end when instead
of plenty of eggs, he finds his prized possession is dead.
The metaphor centres around avarice, but really its pay off
is how greed has a way of always leading to great loss.
The meaning in Aesop’s fable fits the topic that’s at large
but our quarrel that you started shares a moral at its heart:
It’s one where you’re The Farmer, while I play the silly goose,
just waiting in its coup for you to make your little move.
Your mistake was thinking too much of the gold in your sights
and not devoting your time toward what matters most in your life.
Your own appetite is what consumed you with greed
in the ludicrous need to line your nest while the goose was asleep.
You were too eager to have it all in your hands
which caused you to snatch, losing the little you already had.
The more you’ve been granted, the more you’ve expected
just to come up short for neglecting your most important investment.
If you store all your eggs in one basket and then it gets stolen
all you’re left with is yolk on your face so treasure this moment.
The egg that seems golden just may be misleading
the same as we seen in our fables completion.
Impatience and greediness meant The Farmer’s life soon changed
when he realised too late it had all been a wild goose chase...