I knew a mime who was ever silent
One of the many who were licensed
Hit his toe doing his act
Felt so much pain that he quacked
The city took away his mime license
Yes! knew this mime who was ever silent
He boarded a plane that had no toilet
Sat on seat, squirmed very pressed
Passed out gas was quite distressed!
Airline took away his season ticket
Then Bob wanted to be an astronaut
Wanted so bad that NASA he sought
He was a part time mime
Mimed the astronaut climb
To the panel his effort was for naught
Reindeer at Christmas will often eat carrots
Though Santa once had one who liked to eat parrots
But parrots at Christmas can be hard to find
He wasn’t too fussy so he didn’t mind
He never complained that he felt out of luck
When push came to shove he would also eat duck
With Christmas upon them there’s no time to eat
But he wouldn’t grumble and he wouldn’t bleat
He’d fly through the skies with his mouth gaping wide
A mallard would soon sate his hunger inside
“Don’t swallow ducks whole,” that was Santa’s suggestion
“You'll belch through the night due to dodgy digestion.”
A nine year old lad hid behind the settee
And woke mum and dad at a quarter to three
He told them he’d waited since late Christmas Eve
And then he said something they couldn’t believe
“The presents are under the tree neatly stacked
I swear they were left by a reindeer that quacked.”
To write poems is my greatest goal;
God did insert them unto my soul,
Along with that created the need;
Sit down in chair and start to read.
While taking long trip on a turnpike,
Found perfect place that I would like;
Aspen quaked while duck had quacked
See what was there my bags I packed
Hearts are broken all around the world
But others don't really give a cluck
Most Looney Tunes fans are drenched in tears
By the tragic death of Daffy Duck
Blown to pieces by an ACME bomb
Let's make a toast and sip from this cup
I'll miss him more than you'll ever know
That little guy always quacked me up
A-Thee, A-Thee, A-Thee, That's All Folks!
Today started happily,
For this chuffed Old Duck
When she looked at Poetry Soup
She could not believe her luck
She was the poet of the day
Can you imagine that?
She was so surprised and pleased.
She waddled, and she quacked.
She fluffed up her feathers,
And dusted her beak
Still quacking loudly
As she sat down on a seat.
She picked up her pen,
Because she wanted to write
To her Poetry Soup friends,
To show her delight,
On her win of the poet of the day
Now cannot find the words to say.
Thank you, in an Old Duck way
So I will quack adieu
With sincere, heartfelt, Thanks to you.
PS This is one of those times
when words are not enough.
Take care, Shirley
Walking past the zoo
and they have a giant
poster of a duck hung up.
Surely there are more qualified
animals to display to
convince would-be zoo
goers that they need to
spend money to see wildlife.
Just a moment ago
I saw 8 ducks at the lake
on the way here.
2 of them even quacked
and ruffled their feathers in
a fury.
The best things in life
are free and have
webbed feet.
An inert tarn
In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks forgotten.
Expel the duck and send it abroad to the Saragossa Sea
to a shadowy barren island in the stream
where the monster Amnesia lives; you must be warned
keep away if the ogre gets hold of you, it will not eat
the unwanted, but also the memory of those you loved.
He could paint the air and draw the winds.
Of course that brief eulogy
was only spoken after his demise;
while alive he was often considered a clod and a bore.
Foreseeing no such post-mortem fame
he kept writing on water
knowing that there was an archive of his works
in an after-life waiting to be discovered
by his wandering soul.
In the meantime, ducks quacked, geese honked
and the little birds in his still beating heart
twittered on.
The trees swayed in the forceful wind
A sharp noise was heard
The child in the stroller grinned
You could hear the chirping of a bird
The owl hooted
A branch cracked
The tree stumps were rooted
The duck in the lake quacked
A deer froze
And so the story goes
An owl hooted
The other sounds muted
The leaves swirled in the air
Oh no, a bear!
The wind whistled
And eventually fizzled
A branch snaps
A deer perhaps?
Leaves gather
A brisk walk, a man would rather
A bird tweets
That's really neat
A stream is heard licking the rocks
No ticking here, no sound of clocks
The wind whispered.
The scene pictured.
A permanent fixture
Winds and swirling leaves
Occasional visitors
Could they be thieves?
A beaver floats on a river
He's eating something
Dont think its liver
The birds still humming
The leaves brush against each other
The wind whistled
Leaves overlapping which gently smother
A painter onlooking, using a bristle.
The painter captured the forest and all its grandeur
The birds chirping in all its candor
The sun's light streaked through the trees
Shining its glory around the forest and all the way to the seas
It sucks!
Quacked the duck
I wanna dance the shuffle
yet all I do is waddle
When I cha-cha cha
My beat's kinda blah-blah
Once, I did the moon-walk
It led to raucous squawks…
I’m feeling high and dry
With one thing left to try
The pals say I oughta
go waltzing on the water ~
Oh how I spin and glide
I’ve really found my stride
A smooth electric slide!
(8/11/2020: '87 Sea Ray 270 DA; Walnut Grove; 'It Sucks' contest)
On the lush green lawns by river Avon,
deep in thought,I was leaning on a tree,
golden sun rays spraying paint over town,
When my eyes caught a boatman sail past me.
Water rippled and splashed about his oar,
he stroked Avon in rhythm to a song,
His ballads of love from the days of yore,
I watched him weaving his old craft along.
stretch of meadow with many in leisure,
Families with children, vendors with stall,
Dogs playing fetch to little tot’s pleasure,
good summer day to relish, ere night fall.
A lone white swan followed the boatman’s ride,
Soulful number it must have heard before,
Ducklings quacked rushing to their mother’s side,
Swiftly she winged them close to reassure.
Her laughter, her voice, echo in my heart,
I stand alone where she once held my arm,
memories console, what time tore apart,
Pebbles of thoughts, bring an ocean of calm.
Only time may heal and time may restore,
For now everyday is so hard to take,
In memory she lives who lives no more,
Love for some is a such a sweet heartache!
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!
Early one morn the sun did sink
in the west as the moon arose
And Farmer Jones inspected his rose
of purple corn, which began to dance
Shedding sheaves, donning pants...
While in the barn, the cow was neighing
at Ed the horse, professorially saying
That Oscar the penguin had quacked his last quack
unless the Porcupine's magic needles bring him back...
Back in the house, Mrs. Jones was a-me-owing
at her pet bird Elvis, who was busy massaging
The tummy of the chipmunk, Rufus, a big of a doofus
while her rattlesnake, "Nixon," was clearly a-fixin'
To tickle Farmer Smith's duckbill platypus
though that really shouldn't matter to us...
A miracle happens every single minute ---
the sun comes up, the moon goes down,
The world turns round --- But they remain unreceived
~ unless there's something unusual in them perceived
Chuck the duck chased Sally across the pond,
she was the prettiest girl duck he ever saw,
her feathers were soft and fluffy
with a personality which was not stuffy.
He had his eye on her for some time
as she swam before him flirting away,
pretending to be coy and hard to get
which made him quack and sweat.
One day while the birds were tweeting,
and the sun was at its highest point,
Sally was floating upside down in the pond,
her body looked flat and did not respond,
Chuck the duck was beside himself,
he discovered Sally was a plastic toy,
her beauty was not real and now deflated,
he quacked in sadness and is no longer elated.
out on the lake, a moonlit night.
bats' swoop, drink, skip, to my delight!
missed sleeping ducks put them to flight!
we duck in fright, we duck in fright!
we, so sure they had not seen us,
really had no need to fuss!
they definitely quacked a cuss!
oh! did we blush, oh! did we blush!
camera sensor caught them, great!
not the ducks they flew much too late.
bats in flight drinking beat that mate!
a moonlit fate, a moonlit fate.
time moved on the bats' had all gone.
a nightingale broke into song.
dawn broke a roe deer came along.
church bell, ding dong, church bell, ding dong
we called time the sun was shining,
our tummies were breakfast pining
church clock, eight o'clock was chiming
chorus jamming, chorus jamming!
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