Leaving Canadians dumbstruck,
Donald the Schmuck has gone amok.
Petty, puerile brain,
Mapping dorky domain,
Now we quack out loud ‘What The Duck’?!
September 1, 2026
There, over the top of that garage, Look!
a magenta-colored cloud
against a clear blue background
And see! It’s head’s like a duck’s crown
its bill pointed, orange
And there! The feathered wings on either side
white and layered. They're real!
It’s not moving either. Not even a millimeter
Like when I was a kid. Suspended in time...
Oh, I feel a slight breeze now
And oy, the duck bill is inching forward
Its bill is losing its sharp point
Its neck elongating
O, please don’t go, my duck.
Ah, but you’re going… going
little duck dawdles
looks at the pond for a face
face of white beauty
yellow feet of joy
sunshine of warmth from the sky
self growth mighty high
.
i'm not thuh one
who
dub'd'it cute
duck
y'all
she cute though
with lips
hern
purse'd so
ooh
m-hm
')
Morning light drifts soft and meek
through cottonwoods that lean and speak,
their shadows brushing childhood’s cheek
down by old Duck Creek.
Barefoot summers, warm and slow,
grass stains where our young dreams would grow,
the world felt small enough to know
down by old Duck Creek.
Cicadas hummed their dusty tune,
a cloudless Texas sky in June,
and time moved gentle as the moon
down by old Duck Creek.
Now memory walks where I once ran,
a grown heart holding what it can,
still hearing God in wind and sand
down by old Duck Creek.
Hey lover
Another year has passed
But it's the same old story.
Like how the rabbit fell
And Alice flew
A pretty turn, a flaw in my mind.
But of course,
A lover is only worth a penny in the den
A God that wields man.
So please bury me in pride, and dignity
Hey lover, when you walk over my grave
Turn and kiss me
Don't fall in whole
One heart is enough
When you run into my heart
In the false meadows of love
Please, keep my blood in your veins.
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Oh my agony, in pain and seclusion
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Lemon in my throat,
Acid in my brain
My hat won't work, mad hatter
Guess one's handiwork is enough to make one fall in deep
Street of love,
Bed of roses
Make sure not to fall,
Oh, pure evergreen saint.
For my heart will rot in despair,
Dear lover.
I have never heard of such a thing I told my brother.
Don’t tease her any more warned my sainted mother.
Dad jumped on her side and said, oh yes Halloween ducks do exist.
This did not surprise me, he is always the side of my little sis.
Where is this Halloween duck? I asked. Will I find him on the pond?
The liars looked at each other and nodded. They have a total bond.
I ran down there and looked over at something weird looking at me.
It was a Halloween duck, swimming wild and free.
a sparrow with a towel
dried the feathers of an owl
while a wren with a felt-tipped pen
coloured in a sleeping hen
then a magpie poked the eye
of a buzzard and made him cry
when a rook with an adventure book
started reading to an eager duck
and a siskin sat next to a finch
as a hungry eagle raided the fridge
all were trying their very best
to fit inside the tiny nest
Of Guinivere and Donald Duck
too few have ever written
Yet truth be told, with the ornery duck
fair Guin was truly smitten
She loved him for his cantankerousness
she thought his quack unique
So lovestruck was fair Lady G
at Donald’s fumbling advances ~
She turned ‘her other cheek’
I'm a vegetarian, so I'm not sure why I'm writing insensitive poems like this.
Take a pineapple and a duck.
One you chop and one you pluck.
Say a prayer that they had to die,
and throw them in the wok to fry.
mouthy angry duck was cursed by the witch old Lenore
He had no idea of course what was in store
She banished him to a forest, where he was a tree
He could not whine or whimper, noiseless was he.
She rolled up her piano and tucked it underneath her chinny chin chin
off the the courtyard she went to play a tune from Mama Balloon
"Absolutely not or never" said porky pig as she played shiny, to win
inside the water fountain a red cap bobbed and floated like a loon
Singing to the top of her voice every tonsil quivered as she did her gig
bass lined to the music she strolled the keys on a piano forte made of pulp
"Play it again " cried Petunia Pig while re-arranging her imaginary wig
but as the rain began to fall, Suzie stopped playing and began to gulp
Suffering Cilantro your piano has turned into nothing more than mush
said the little piglet with a tiny little bugle nose as bright as a red rose
"I got a rockjam keyboard made of foil at home" she began to gush
but all she heard was " Tsk tsk tsk" and suddenly the oink just froze
"Send out the clowns" huffed Piggly Wiggly Bob who lisped his nouns
and so Suzie with an origami thingy ma jig fined tuned a little trumpet
"Keep it coming" whooped Porky Pig and Daffy Duck painting the town
they danced to the beat of " Oh Susannah" without hurry without fret.
duck marched by wearing a hat on his head
he was fluffy, as if he had been overfed
he stumbled into a pillow and slid down a hill
I grabbed his rain hat and have it still
If he returns, he can have it of course
a rain hat looks silly on an aged old horse
But I am hoping to once again see that duck
Because I heard that rubbing their head brings you good luck
In the water, it's pretty neat
to have a couple of webbed feet,
but the idea is not so sound
upon the solid ground.
blue footed boobie
galapagos island duck
sky blue webbed waders
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