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Hunting Down a Lame Duck

There was a lame duck 
Injured looking for a quick buck 
And feeling struck
Thankful for the merciful luck 
After being stalked and plucked  
Taking a swim on the river 
Avoiding a hunter looking for dinner 
Good fortune appeared on the shore 
In the way of a young boy image that stated ‘opportunity score’ 
With the hunter nowhere in sight 
This lame duck was confident without fright 
As the boy stood in the brush 
Seeing the fowl now in a rush 
Fluttering over to the boy 
Hoping he will be his living toy 
When the boy saw the disabled feather 
An idea came ‘make the lame duck better’ 
“Quack Quack,” he started the health care debate 
Calling his new friend a mate 
Using his tender loving care 
He worked to repair the tear 
When all of a sudden inside the bush 
The hunter made a sound when the plant felt a push 
Hearing the rumbles 
Instinctively the lame duck escaped bumping the boy as he tumbled 
A shot was fired that was a miss 
Once again the hunter was not going to get his dish 
“Son,” he said. 
Realizing the lame duck was not dead 
“He was a slippery one,” 
When the boy responded, “Are you having fun?” 
Later that evening the hunter joined his son 
Waiting for the restaurant plate to arrive featuring roast duck, well done
“You see my son,” the hunter quivered 
Hoping his son had a good time and wasn't bitter  
“Many lame ducks are out there, who are running scare,” 
“So this is fair,” the hunter ended seeing the roasted duck daily special fare 
“You are right, the boy started to pick up a fork ready for dinner work 
“He had it coming,” the boy continued to reply, “the lame duck was getting ready to lie and die resulting in a send off to be fried.” 
“We are well fed,” the hunter said 
“Not in debt,” the youngest boy finished off 
The roasted lame duck they both bought

Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020

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