An Aylesbury Duck
There's a duck of high renown,bred and reared in my county town.With orange
feet and plumage light,of culinary fame,this bird snowy-white.Neck so fine and
feathered crown,kept in cottages now tumble down.Reared in hovels and
shack,a deep breasted duck.with ample back.An early layer,ready for
spring,plucking feathers so tiring,boxed in flats on Lodon-bound carts,each
Saturday as clockwork did depart.A Victorian food luxury,the main product of rural
Aylesbury.A duck of worldwide renown,a noted product of my home town.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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