This little duck didn't have webbed feet
Other ducks laughed when they'd meet
His mama said, I think it is really neat
He swims and waddles to his own beat
This little duck was named Webless Hank
When others laughed his little heart sank
After all he had no trouble walking on land
His daddy said his swimming was quite grand
You know this little duck could even climb trees
And swing from branches, tail waving in the breeze
He grew up proud with great parents he could thank
No matter how big the pond, he would have never sank
So how this tail ends I'll tell you my feathered friends
When the wind blows, with it you must always learn to bend
No matter how much and loud the other ducks honk and quack
Pay no attention, let it roll, like water off a duck's back
Author Eileen Clark
Beautiful painting image:https://www.etsy.com/listing/957919045/four-white-ducks-bird-wall-art?gpla=1&gao=1&
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Eileen Clark (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Eileen.
Hi, it's October 24, time sure goes by fast. I had a problem with my google account and lost my passwords. I was foolish in not writing them down and keeping them in a safe place. 🙁 At least I'm back after much help from my computer savy daughter. Thank you for your nice comment. 🙂
A feathered tale of a duck with extraordinary talents unrecognised by the common herd (sorry flock, or any one of multiple collective nouns).
Best allegory I've heard in a long time, Eileen.
Hi, D.Dave, sorry it took me so long to reply. I love to write poems with a bit of humor., thank you.
I like your happy poems
And I agree with you that we need more smiles
I would like to get in touch
.....charles69
Hello and thanks, I like to write and read happy poems. 🙂
Great lesson here Eileen.
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