Best Quack Poems
The Duck That Lost His Quack
A Duck woke up late one day last week,
And all he could do was to squeak.
He looked everywhere and listened to different things,
Even heard sounds all around, from pings to zings.
For example, he tried many gates, stairs, and barn doors,
Then went and stepped on cracks in nearby creaky floors.
He visited several witches, doctors and some were both,
They prescribed everything from lemons to ginger troth.
In his travels, he came across a quaint woodshop,
Being so tired, he sat down with a solid plop.
A carpenter saw that the Duck was so very sad,
From behind the counter, he came to help the lad.
After hearing of the tale of a missing sound,
The carpenter leapt up with a double bound.
He said, “From within is where it comes,
Not outside, as most would sum.”
“I have made many instruments for music,
And what you need is something acoustic.”
He brought out a short board with a nail,
Then attached several metal strings to a pail.
The carpenter said, “Play away and listen to the sounds in your head.”
The Duck strummed everything from Enya to the Grateful Dead.
After a fashion, the Duck was soon lost in the tunes,
And started to dance and sing like a midnight Lune.
Who knew that this Duck had a knack,
And in the middle of it all started to quack.
So you see, it’s not external to what you seek,
In many cases, its internal and who you meet.
Written by Michael Eastman, 8-25-2015,
This, after listening to Bubbles the Mouse speak,
And hearing a long story composed of squeaks.
There's a moose a loose with a duck on his back!
If you see them stop dead in your tracks.
Do not engage, for they will fight back.
The moose made a slingshot out of his rack.
If you are naive and turn your back;
Moose will sling duck hard and fast.
Popping your butt with a very loud crack.
Leaving you with a duck stuck in your quack.
Quack,quack, waddle, waddle
Into the puddle
Quack, quack, waddle, waddle
The ducks like the water
Quack, quack, waddle, waddle
Mother and babies in the puddle
They all got in a huddle
While swimming in the puddle
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Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance Quack - Nursery Rhyme
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance quack
a brain I do not lack
I'm a know-it-all
but I do recall
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance snatch
that I had met my match
when a contest judged
that a word was smudged
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance crossed
I know that I had lost
I went home to pack
and did not look back
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance quack
This fairy-tale means, If you are the smartest
in the room, it's because you're in the wrong room.
2021 March 12
*1st Place*
Nursery Rhyme 2
~~Eve Roper
I had a little finch
as quiet as could be.
He was rather lonely
so an idea came to me.
I'd get him some roommates
to talk to through the day.
I bought two Zebra Finches
so he'd have friends to play.
My Bengalese Finch is quiet.
He never makes a sound,
but now the strangest noises
I'm hearing all around.
One of the new finches
sounds just like a duck.
When I try to see which one
I'm just out of luck.
As soon as they see me
the noises stop, you see.
So which finch thinks he's a duck
is truly baffling me.
I'm sure the neighbours think
a duck is living here.
He's very quiet if I'm in sight,
when I'm not, he's loud and clear.
So a quacking finch
is living in my house.
He makes a lot of noise
for someone smaller than a mouse.
I was jogging,
I saw a quack;
I stop and pondered;
What is that?
I thought this, this is wack;
Look at my slacks;
They had gotten wet;
From water I didn't spill nor did I sweat;
And I bet, ya! wondering;
Just what's going on;
Am I hallucinating.........
while still on the trail on the track,
In my wet drench now jogging slacks;
This here unpleasant, wasn't a pheasant;
For you see he poke and peck;
Yet you still wonder and ponder;
This flat-footed wonder was a Duck!!
JUST MY LUCK THE QUACK THAT WAS WACK WAS A DUCK--
yaaaaay ouch yeaaaa help!!!!
4/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The train chugged along the track
The ducks all said quack quack quack
The cows said Moo
And birds flew
Over the fastest train in the world
The ducks were swimming in the pond
The cows were standing in a field
The birds flew overhead
And they all said, said, said
Quack! Moo!
Moo! Quack!
See that train speeding on the track
The train track
Where's the train?
It passed by so fast
We heard a whistle and a blast
The cows mood, the ducks quacked
They all saw the fastest train pass on the track!
A very quick quack
The purpose of a porpoise is to whirl backwards in a spotty boat but the purpose of a penguin is to glide on a jet ski. Informational weather beam probes probability but a pin in a tidal wave often gets too lost in playing games of catch with fish, shells and octopi too. Oh how shiny is a shindig dance with the singing clams. One cam build a fortress with ten acres of paper hats. But use no scissors. Instead rip rip rip then ripen. Oh how the brilliant sunlight arrives to stoke the fires of many a bursting gyrating window box. Accumulated acumen accurately accumulate accurate adjusted amplified apple arias addressing an aromatic apology accepted and adjudicated as asses aquire assets asserting assertive assertiveness assertively. And the little quiet eek from a corner is the irregular sleeping pattern of a two inch mouse in a pyjama set and night hat. All hail the wail from a gown of crystal blue for crystal blue is neither a ball gown on a blueberry or a cantankerous crispy muffin riding a little mule. Ok then. Good morning and good evening and good night must be accompanied by a good afternoon. Waving. Z hydraulically Z at 22 giggling peanuts running over 7 taxi's of bombay mix on a table road. X
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born, some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then, his mind seems a wee bit deprived
© Jack Ellison 2015
He waddles thru the house,
Mr. Quackety Quack.
Silent as a mouse,
Carrying his little pack.
A picnic today,
With all of his friends,
We get to play in the hay,
In the snow he pretends.
A strawman they will make,
A tall and lanky one at best,
It wont take much time,
Then we can rest.
We'll have a little snooze,
Dream of daffodils in the field,
Cause this is what we choose,
It gives us such a thrill.
Then when we awake,
We'll waddle on home,
Have some milk and cake,
Call our family on the phone.
Tell them of our day,
What a delight it has been,
Hope that someway,
They can join us to pretend.
I neither care nor bother about perfection
On all their faces I actually see otherwise
On strange machines I have found myself
Bolts and nuts intertwined in mazes
Detailed guide too long to comprehend
I posses little education to even recite
So we go on trying, guessing and fondling
Hoping the cure will come somehow
Amidst breached procedures and advice
Get the car moving: most essential task
Those unusual sounds I’ve learnt to ignore
Wish it away and it exists no more
Of course, they all must be wary of me or learn
Yet they foolishly follow even when I warn
I know choices are limited and you must come again
I pray you don’t imagine my ability to guess
When you do guess, what can you do?
After all, I am king even when we all blind
Nobody trained me; nobody checks me
I am not different from the president to the councilor
Riding on the crest of power in mediocrity
Years of guessing cannot make perfection
Where excellence belongs only to thieves
Equipped with sophisticated tools not in the books
Dismantling and reassembling chaotically
Translating cries as sounds of excitement
As failed, bungled machines drive governance
Alas I am in stiff context with my Oga at the top
These politicians ridicule my feats
I should vehemently cry for them that trust me
I worry even when I know they should
At least I am better than the men in the corridor
I still posses the capacity to think and trouble
My competitors are better than I can ever be
This little duck didn't have webbed feet
Other ducks laughed when they'd meet
His mama said, I think it is really neat
He swims and waddles to his own beat
This little duck was named Webless Hank
When others laughed his little heart sank
After all he had no trouble walking on land
His daddy said his swimming was quite grand
You know this little duck could even climb trees
And swing from branches, tail waving in the breeze
He grew up proud with great parents he could thank
No matter how big the pond, he would have never sank
So how this tail ends I'll tell you my feathered friends
When the wind blows, with it you must always learn to bend
No matter how much and loud the other ducks honk and quack
Pay no attention, let it roll like water off a duck's back
Author Eileen Clark 2022
I have a rubber ducky
His name is Mr. Quack
He likes to splash around with me
When I'm in the bath
A doctor once came to the country
Where no doctor happened to be.
He set himself up a practice
To earn himself some money.
The doctor had a crazy notion
That he had stored up in his head.
He thought that if he could manage it
He'd work right from his bed.
The people thought it loony
When they came to see the Doc.
The uncouth practice of the man
Became the country constant talk.
The care was lousy given
No money would they pay.
They couldn't stand the quack
So they sent him on his way.
My pet duck Stanley, boy what a pet is he
They say in a cave his echo, won’t come back to me
Now Stanley is not just a duck, he is special through and through
I am sure he could raise an echo not just for me, but you too…
The thing about ducks is, there is a myth
That in an echo chambers there not a whiff
Not a sight or sound of a duck's quack
When it quacks its loudest one, it doesn’t echo back…
Stanley, we taught him from a duckling how to swim,
He had a yellow string tied on to him
There were Pikes with big teeth in the place where he swam
We wanted to make him as safe as we can.
He learnt to quack whenever he was afraid
Because that’s what ducks do, that’s how they’re made
He is such a clever duck I can assure you of that
And I am sure if he quacks in a cave, his echo will come back.
Off to Wookey cave one day went we
Stanley sat quietly upon my knee
Into the dark and cavernous cave
Stanley waddled in, oh so clever, oh so brave…
To test the myth of a ducks quack having no echo
We needed Stanley to quack, and quack just so…
He turned and looked when I made the request
As if to say you are nuts - and that is at best…
Stanley would not, now, quack for me
He waddled on in and sat down so comfortably
I cajoled, I pleaded, I begged on my knees
Just one quack for me Stanley only one… please.
He tucked his head under his wing oh so white
I thought perhaps if I gave him a fright
I started to talk of duck fried and crispy
Or orange sauce pouring and lips smacking quickly…
Stanley turned and looked at me with disgust
He got up and waddled off, shaking the dust
I have never seen Stanley from that day to this
He never returned like the echoing myth…
If you see a white duck with a yellow string on his leg
Tell him to return home, unlike his echo… I said
I promise I will never try to test the quacking myth any more
I just want to see Stanley walk back through my door.
© ~GG~30/10/2102