Best Mallard Poems

One for the kids at heart...


Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck

Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see

He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak

“Sure like to...

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Feathers so plenty
Floating on the lakes surface
A Mallard so fair...

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Watching a lovely
mallard chasing another
friend, never seen a duck
pedal their little legs so fast.

As he leaves a jet stream
behind him so clear on the
water, which is not clean
all over the pond on this day.

Their both out of my site
now, hope they had a fine
visit and...

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Water runs so,
swiftly as three
mallards enjoy
   their swim.

Eating so well,
    of insects,
they find so
   delicate.

Trying their
hardest to swim
up stream to
reach new adventures,

until finally they
fly away to
another shore,
where they gather,
    once more.

wrote 9-25-07  at Lowell...

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He is a guru the other ducks said
Sitting there in silence like stop sign red.
Are you sure he’s okay? I think he looks dead.
Shhh! They told the brown goose named Old Fred.

Why are his fingers put into circles like that?
We are unsure said a dog,...

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"The Mallard" and other Animal Limericks

The Mallard
by Michael R. Burch

The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his bawdy, boisterous mistress;
my pond's their loud bordello!



On the Horns of a Dilemma (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Love has become preposterous
for the over-endowed rhinoceros:
when...

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a mallard dabbles
and upends itself to catch
       fish underwater


Date witten: 01/04/2020...

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Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck

Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see

He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak

“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having...

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Mallard duck on the lake,
green on your neck,
such a fine one you
are Mr. drake.

With all of these geese
on the lake, you do stand out,
many people treat you mean,
so many times they do tease.

Such a beautiful one you are,
bells are ringing,
so must leave now and
go back...

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Mama mallard
Shaped like a well-sailored ship
From Columbus' voyage
With a flipped up tweakable tail

Enjoying motherhood
Followed by five ducklings,
Quacking and cavorting
Livening up pond

Feathers shining, 
Proud beak,
Sharp black eyes, 
missing nothing.

Helping ducklings 
Gain confidence they will need
to raise their own ducklings....

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Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck

Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see

He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak

“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having...

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Descending Mallard Ducks

Soaring white, black grey and brown
landing on the greenery grounds picking
beaks injecting insects
walking closely together feathering
Peck, peck, pecking insects to digest
Peck, peck, pecking driving like a man on a mission
lounging on the autumn brown and green grounds
Soaring white, black grey and brown

12/7/20
Written words...

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They rarely need a home I begged
So we built our new mallards a little duck pond
In October, we added a little duck house, up the hill, for protection.
Then of course, a dog bed, which they liked.

We were installing a little heater in Mid-November
but they flew...

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Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of...

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I now can hear the robins sing, thankfully it's almost spring. The ducks that camped here in the snow are very few now, where'd they go? I'm always consistent with their feeding but very few now are actually eating. The mallards that come are very...

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