Ducks Poems - Poems about Ducks

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge) "Stares upstairs.. Angels’ weeing above.. Be a good chap.. Show some love bruv.. Turn off the tap.. ***** No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge.. Parched sandbag phalanxes.. Ranks marching in flanks.. Arching across busted banks.. Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks.. ********** Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith.. Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief.. Mischief rashly unfurling… Brashly whirling...

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POND QUEEN Ducks may rule the pond, but there's a lily pad throne where a queen frog sits. while rock-throwing kids scare ducks, the frog queen quietly sits there:-...

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Upon the pond, where lilies float, Two ducks did meet, each fine of coat. Their feathers gleamed ‘neath gilded light, And thus began their feath’ry fight. Quoth Drake to Dame, with pufféd chest, “Good wench, thy quacking lacks finesse! Thy tones do clatter, coarse and crude, Like pebbles cast in solitude.” The Dame, unruffled, gave a grin, “Thy jests, dear Drake, art weak and...

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The ducks are sitting, sitting, Ripe for the plucking, the plucking, Oh what time to be living, living, When the ducks are all sitting, sitting, With every one a trusting, a trusting, That Johnny has stopped thieving, stopped thieving, That Mary has stopped defrauding, stopped defrauding, And Paul is no longer a gambling, a gambling. Oh when will we see more ducks stop...

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In the pond, where beavers and bullfrogs are kings, a duck has webbed feet and wings and things. He quacks aloud instead of sings - on his face, a useful tool...called a bill. He ain't no fool. When he blows that thing, he really swings, in the pond, where beavers and bullfrogs are kings....

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The ducks take their place in Big Easy - The gal of age sixty gives squeezy. A party with quips and dip with some chips. Though fun, it was all a bit cheesy. ...

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She chants a ditty when she splashes with ducks The mud hole under them is mighty with mucks. She’s getting dirty, her daddy said, looking at her coat. Don’t be a spoil sport, said grandpa, you are not an old goat. Grandma took up for her also, loving her smile and her song. Let her be a child as much...

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An ignorant duck breeder with a moat Put off repairing his dingy to float And he doesn’t yet know Getting his ducks in a row Means more than getting his ducks in a row-boat ...

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Ducks and Ducklings My daughter's residence favoured my luck ! ...

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Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee Baby ducks welcome their Spring-endowed worth Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee. Cheerful in their sunny color delight Ducklings quack --- inviting attention gain As they wobble gladly, devoid of strain Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight. As water fowls of playful swimming zest They now showcase...

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The docile ducks toddle out in the sunny morn, being in the winding file they are never forlorn. In fluffy random rows the downy ducklings trail, their frisky frolics aren’t ever listless and stale. In curly webbed feet ducks scamper to a pond, where the dancing lilac lilies they find so fond. In the sunburst dulcet dawn...

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Mama Mallard's hatchlings so downy and sweet, she's proud to show them, springtime is complete, waddling along the lake with her brood in tow, Daddy Mallard quacks as people stroll to and fro, decked in pastel clothes with cameras in hand, photographing the baby ducks on a weekend grand. The baby ducks in April are here, toddlers feed them, grinning ear to...

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we three ducks of California are traveling down to Big McDarr with our surf boards, and our car singing and laughing with a hardy har har loving our life, sang out brother named Czar No one can stop us! Sang the little one, Marr. No one can outsing us! sang out big brother Tzar. We three ducks of California are….....

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I like to hear the bells in Spring and see the ducks come flying in, next will be their fuzzy young upon the lake in lazy rings. The sun as if to cheer them on will hang a rainbow in the clouds, and soft sweet rain will water all, off and on from break of dawn. The buttercups in meadow play entice me on...

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Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land It’s an eventuality that nature never planned For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake Each one does a belly flop, a cartwheel and a stagger They get up and compose themselves,...

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