Jack the Quack
Timothy Hicks recently suggested
I write one called “Jack the Quack”
Who better than the quacker himself
Who's wheels have left the track
I've never professed to be poet
In the ilk of Browning and Keats
A rebel, a renegade, a enigma of sorts
Marching to a different beat
A bit of a “quacker” I've always been
Take pride in being off beat
Don't have a choice, it's who I am
Travelling down a different street
Always write in the purest of forms
Simple quatrains most of the time
Since a very young age, always thought
Of poetry as a needing to rhyme
Forever been one to revel in creativity
Searching brand new vistas each day
It sure turns my crank and floats my boat
Wouldn't be happy any other way
Thank you Timothy for the inspiration
To express what makes me tick
We're all cut from the very same cloth
Till we find a pathway that clicks
© Jack Ellison 2013
Timothy suggested I write this one appealing to the kiddies
along the lines of "Howard The Mallard"...
I chose a different route!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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