Duck dis-grace.

Nothing says grace like a swan

But I don’t have a picture of a swan

So here is a poem about a duck.


Waddling through the grass

Wiggling my feathery ass

Who says I am an ugly duck


Quack-Quacking noisily as I go

Waddling my ass to and fro

Falling over like a dis-graceful duck


I take to the air in flight

I flap flap with all my might

Gliding over skylights I cluck


The breeze sets me disgracefully free

Soon other disgraceful ducks join with me

As we fly in formation how beautiful we look…….


©Alison Jean Hankinson

Quack Quack. Honk Honk. Happy New Year…..

For d’Verse….





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