Sunday, February 24, 2013

DUCKS

DUCKS

(in block poetry form)

Dedicated to UMass campus ducks

 

D on't know why he is so cute,
ancing in puddles without a boot,
ressed in his own waterproof suit.


U gly was one called in tale
nder a taxonomy down the wrong trail;
nlucky mistake, but at least not a quail.


C hasing students away from his pond,
lamoring and quacking until the frosh is conned,
ause a mallard has noise, but almost nothing beyond.


K ind of awkward waddling on land,
nocking about from webbed hand to hand,
eeping up is hard in the marching band.


S witch to water to see him dance;
wimming is his forte, you know in a glance,
eeing his grace, that's what causes the romance.

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