The Duck, the Dog, the Chicken and I
The duck, the dog, the chicken and I,
loved long walks along the beach.
Me with spade firm in hand,
Lick played ball in the sand.
Dip had her scarf wrapped round her head,
And Chick wore a green bainette.
Lamenting of sweet times gone by,
when Chick, Dip, Lick and I,
Would splish, splash, splosh in puddles deep,
Or fee fi fo on mountain steep.
Where Billy goats would cautiously wonder,
and trolls leap out from deep, down under.
Oh the fun times we had,
playing dress up, fighting bad.
The superheroes of the town,
me, in my bright red dressing gown.
Lick in his unique mask disguise,
Dip wearing her brand new xray eyes.
Chick flaunting a full licra suit,
as the latest MI5 recruit.
We'd scurry high, low, far and near,
from mountain top to sunny pier.
We'd often see my lonesome nan,
who'd bake the best, homemade flan.
I'd guzzle the berries placed on top,
Lick would chomp on fresh cream clot.
Dip feasted on the almond base,
And Chick enjoyed the pastry case.
Then on we'd hed to Nancy's green,
for a kick about beside the Dean.
We'd paddle round the great big lake,
in a dinghy boat, eight by eight.
Until it was then time for tea,
when all the young children flee
Back home to mama's warm, fresh bread,
mutton soup and cabbage head.
To help me grow up good and strong,
and bulk me up for summers long.
Then I'd lie all sleepy by my friends,
and tell stories till the daylight ends.
Tales of dragons, beasts and vast adventure,
of the duck, the dog, the chicken and I.
08.19.2020
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2020
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