A Duck Called Oliver
A DUCK CALLED OLIVER
‘Twas I a lucky boy that be,
Who lived back in a time?
Of peaceful calm,
Way back then
Suburban farm
Acre of scrub and bush
Outskirts of the city be.
Animals on daily basis so
Time for there to feed
“MOOK” our milking cow to milk,
Chooks “BETTY, PAULA and MAGGIE MAY”
Eggs a collecting every day,
Olde cat “MIDNIGHT” great mouser she is.
And her kittens small
Always there to be given away,
Our faithful dog
Who was christened as a pup “OLE RED”
Really was a one of kind.
But who could ever forget
Our duck called “OLIVER!”
Who came to us at sibling size?
Then grew and grew
Pet of great to have around
Became a watchdog so
Quacking, quacking and more quacking
Whenever or whenever
An intruder round and about
Our homestead home,
But now as I look back,
Memories of a wonderful past
In a time of peaceful calm,
Our suburban farm
You know it’s gone and no longer there,
But who’d ever forget
A duck
That we of the brood
Nicknamed her as “OLIVER!”
Francis Cooper - Mac Copyright 2018
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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