The Only Way to Go!

Oh course the welkin proudly, fair goose!
Pound more the heavens with thy mighty wings
And with that beating, some shite and quills unloose
To descend upon the pride of haughty kings!
Spirits lift when thy flock begins to flap
As nature displays how glory is fletched
And punctuated​ by multitudinous crap
Forever upon a crowded car park etched!
Thusly nature demonstrates her disdain
Upon mankind's automotive trappings
By means of an unending fecal rain
That had fueled the squadron's great flappings!
So take that, oh motorist most obese,
We'd all be thinner, if we traveled like​ the geese!