Short Quacked Poems

The vet gave the duck a bill,
Causing him to become quite shrill,
  He thought it was far too much
  So he quacked him in the crutch,
  The vet didn't like the duck's bill....

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I floated through the park today,my duck and me fed bread to the bees and the pollon made us sneeze.
We quacked and laughed into a summers breeze and the buzz we had brought us to our knees....

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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...

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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!...

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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....

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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)...

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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....

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