Ducks Walk
Ducks Walk
Ducks walk
That’s what they do
It’s what they do when you‘re not there that’s scary
(Technically speaking they waddle but who cares)
Work occupies my every hour
Ducks can’t be tended to relentlessly
When morning turns away, turns a corner on reality
Ducks change their ways
They can’t be trusted
It starts with small things like the mail
They read it all but leave the bills
My checks went missing and then a sock
Rock formations in the kitchen said definitively
Something is wrong here and it’s not the fish
Naturally they left the dishes for my wife… to do
But absconded with my favorite watch
You know. The one with Mickey
The waters become murkier with each crime
Ducks walk. That’s what they do
Anyone can quack. What’s complicated in that?
Listen. Quack quack. Was that so hard?
And I don’t even have a bill
Hey! What happened to my car?
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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