Lucky Ducky
Date: Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 06:30:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: EileenK
Ferdinand your feathers are so fine
I wish I could take you home and make you mine
When I visit the lake to feed you bread
You are always there wobbling your head
White and pure with a yellow beak
Food is what you always seek
Your stomach is a bottomless pit
You stomp all over me while I sit
Craning your head left and right
It really is a funny sight
Today I saw something which made me ill
A fisherman's hook was lodged in your bill
But you continued on your merry chase
Only interested in feeding your face
Feeling no pain ... half your luck
Oh what a great life it is for a duck
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