A Christmas Quacker

A Christmas Quacker

Your Xmas duck had a really good life,
as it did absolutely “nuffin”.
But happily now, it’s made up for that,
cos it’s packed with “luvverly stuffin”

Its feathers were no good either,
each one was as hard as a brick.
Next door’s cat wouldn’t touch it,
not even to give it a lick.

It just used to lie there, so sad and forlorn
A dirty body, and feathers all torn,
Ravaged by wind. Soaked by the rain,
used as a football, kicked into the drain.

It wouldn’t float or flap or quack,
when we threw it away, it always came back
It sat and stared, from one black eye.
It didn’t have legs, we never knew why.

But you can tell we cared, we did the right thing.
by making it warm and cosy,
along with the parsnips, potatoes, and sprouts,
Ah bless, it’s looking quite rosy

So, it’s goodbye dear Ducky.
we suppose you won’t have much juice.
So, can you think on for the next time.
we would much prefer a Goose!