What If a Duck?

What if a duck was made King of the world,

and he passed ducky laws for the people?

Would we walk with a waddle 

to mimic webbed feet?

would we all dine on minnows 

and preen before sleep?

Would we honk to sound clever,

or flap to seem bold?

Would we migrate to Texas

when weather turned cold?

Would troubles, like water, 

roll right off one's back,

and if we got sick, 

would we visit a quack?

There’d be no feather pillows, 

pâté would be banned,

most foxes imprisoned, 

all Daffy films panned.

What if a duck was the king of the land

and someone yelled “Duck!”—

Would we stand?

This week's poem is a tad political...what can I say? And this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up is hosted by Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone. She writes with poignancy in brevity.

By the way poets and writers, thank you for the thoughtful comments on my last poem. I hope to get back to each of you this week. I am so wowed by the creative heart-weaving that I find whenever I dip into Poetry Friday. Cheers, Doida