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Waffling and Waddling
I try to write right,
But often write wrong
Do you think this might
Be my poetic swan song?
I hope it is not
I'm having a blast
I want to pen something
That makes people gasp.
Gasp with delight
Or maybe in horror
They even might
Feel pangs of sadness and sorrow
Burst out with laughter,
spontaneously
This poem was
Penned by the infamous me.
I have thoroughly enjoyed,
Scribbling today.
I did not mean to
Blow your brains away.
If it did, would you please
Blow them my way,
I can feel the breeze
I must go; I cannot stay
Said The Old Duck as she waddled away.
Copyright ©
Shirley Hawkins
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