Duck's Plea
There is a fly
in the oinkment
Someone ate pork chops ,
the duck is in
a plucking bad mood,
threats of assassination
and shooting him
Leave me alone
you vile monsters,
talking of making
curry out of duck
dead remains
Scrambling the eggs and allsorts,
please anyone
with a heart shelter me
I am an old duck
Going grey in the feathers,
this all gives me such bad blood
at my age
We live in such a hostile world,
I have such a good family
They have protected me for years,
in the sanctuary
of beautiful hills
Always had peace and quiet,
no interference
from the out side world
Until now this carry on
demonic snuff videos
sent to duck ,
just wish
they could see my little heart
Have always been a good duck,
wouldn't hurt anyone
accept flies
My little eyes
cry tears of fear,
my life is being threatened
As I wipe the tears
with my wings,
now they are stuck
to my sides with so much fear
If only I could stretch my wings
In happiness
towards the sky,
like in my sheltered years
My wings always
opened for a hug,
why do you want me
to have such a cruel end,
like the pig pork chops
Beware of the wolf
in sheep's clothing
My dad taught me this,
he always made me feel 3 foot high
Hiding in the corn,
probing for intelligence,
a non smoking serial killer
Sent pictures of dead fellow ducks
on a plate,
had such beautiful adventures,
planning them in my mind,
now distorted with threats
You opened
a big can of worms
Threatening the life of this duck
Sending snuff videos
Of duck killers ,
help me find the killers
As they ain,t seen
crazy duck yet
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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