Mallard Poems - Poems about Mallard

The Mallard Mimic is a myth.... it calls for a well trained chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines to create a standard that many would wish for and are willing to pay to have ------------------------------------------------------------ the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes and then be arranged as scales attop a turkey cutlet that is stuffed with mushrooms, prosciutto olives,shallots spinach a sprinkle of nutmeg and garlic...

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Mr. Mallard Duck with your beautiful green head. You are shiny and awesome, and beautiful, and pretty well fed. I wonder if your mate, all brown and muted and plain Gets jealous of your colors? How could she refrain?...

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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, a mouse and a cat. Animals were coming all over to...

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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 sparse, the cardinals and squirrels eat the seeds that I...

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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 by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020© OCTOPOEM POEM TYPE...

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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 my dinner I'm sure it must show!” Next came a rabbit Wandering by Something...

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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 his prowess, but lied. To his new wife he sighed, "When again,...

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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 he meets the right miss how the hell can he kiss when...

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a mallard dabbles and upends itself to catch fish underwater Date witten: 01/04/2020...

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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 away Not to worry my neighbor told us. “They will be...

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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 my dinner I'm sure it must show!” Next came a rabbit Wandering by Something...

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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 help” He mumbled quite low “But having my dinner I'm sure it must...

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

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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 to my car. wrote 11-19-07 At Crown Hill Park...

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