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….