Short Quack Poems
Short Quack Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Quack by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Quack by length and keyword.
the tiny duck with quite a quack,
an ear shattering YAK, YAK, YAK,
he rarely makes a peep,
until you are asleep,
then that quack knocks you out of the sack
Donald has a dreadful cough,
His so-called friends are dropping off.
He has been a naughty boy,
Donald would not share his toys,
Now he faces Judges Wrath.
Sam Adams was a quack, a fake
Not there to protect but to take
He was on the make
He was a total flake
Make no mistake
As he was such a rake.
A real snake.
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then his mind seems a wee bit deprived
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born, some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then, his mind seems a wee bit deprived
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born, some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then, his mind seems a wee bit deprived
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born, some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then, his mind seems a wee bit deprived
If you see a heat wave, would you wave back
Now that's downright silly, I've had a goofus attack
Happens to some
Undone we become
And revert back to a cartoon character that quacks
Art,
Love,
Music,
Together
Superb masterpiece
Coercing blood in veins - jetting
Inoculating sinew,strength,life and puissance
Antibiotics - soothing,relieving,numb and feeble within excruciation.
In August of the year nineteen thirty-five
A soul was born, some say a genius did arrive
His name was Jack
A bit of a quack
Since then, his mind seems a wee bit deprived
© Jack Ellison 2015
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'm gonna inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this Soup locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked>center>
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, three of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Quack,quack, waddle, waddle
Into the puddle
Quack, quack, waddle, waddle
The ducks like the water
Quack, quack, waddle, waddle
Mother and babies in the puddle
They all got in a huddle
While swimming in the puddle
There's a moose a loose with a duck on his back!
If you see them stop dead in your tracks.
Do not engage, for they will fight back.
The moose made a slingshot out of his rack.
If you are naive and turn your back;
Moose will sling duck hard and fast.
Popping your butt with a very loud crack.
Leaving you with a duck stuck in your quack.
If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
The Indeterminate Constant.
All That Is And
All That Is Not.
Antithetical Product
Divided: [Quack.]
Superpositioned Entanglement
Touched By All Motive And
Motionless, Massless ENERGY!
Indeterminate Everything.
As An Identity:
Hoarse And Melodic
Indivisble
Inconceivable
Indeterminate
*** QUACK ***
And Anti-Climactic?
Quack Quack Quack
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
A doctor once came to the country
Where no doctor happened to be.
He set himself up a practice
To earn himself some money.
The doctor had a crazy notion
That he had stored up in his head.
He thought that if he could manage it
He'd work right from his bed.
The people thought it loony
When they came to see the Doc.
The uncouth practice of the man
Became the country constant talk.
The care was lousy given
No money would they pay.
They couldn't stand the quack
So they sent him on his way.
My sweet little baby, don’t you cry,
You are Mommy’s sweetie pie.
I love you a bushel and a peck,
And a big hug around the neck.
I love you to the moon and back,
Even more than a duck that goes quack-quack.
But most of all, I love you morning and night,
And I love you with all my all might.
Let me whisper in your ear,
I love you there, everywhere, but most of all I love you here.
Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
Dream of puppy dogs and bahbah little white sheep.