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
Your poem works on both levels — for kids and for us. Well done. King Duck reminds me of an emperor who had no clothes.
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen :-)
DeleteThis is fabulous! So clever. I had to smile for "if we got sick, would we visit a quack?"
ReplyDeleteThanks Tracy!
DeleteDoida, your poem works on a number of levels. Its rhyming pattern ably supporting the deligthful rolling out of your words. The reader is able to make inferences as they are able. Currently my grand-daughter is secreting tiny ducks all around our house when she comes to visit, so my duck perceptions are favourably disposed. Thanks for the duck delights.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alan. I love that your granddaughter is ducking it up. I once thought about super gluing rubber duckies around my town in the dark of night as a guerrilla art piece.
DeleteLove the poem!! So charming and clever. The rhyme never feels forced or predictable. The ending packs a punch without being too heavy handed. ** thunderous applause**
ReplyDeleteThank you Jama. Thunderous applause appreciated!
DeleteYou've shown that our tiny ducks that seem to be everywhere can be more than ever imagined, Dolda! I'll never see them again without remembering your "ducky" words! You've managed delight with a darker side, if one chooses!
ReplyDeleteDoida, what a fun poem. I love how you considered so many aspects of duck--who knew? So many smiles reading this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Denise :—)
DeleteLove this tongue-in-cheek political poem!
ReplyDeleteI love a poem that can deftly deliver a powerful message from within a skin of seemingly light-hearted (and masterful) rhyme. Well done!
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DeleteZing. A poem for right now.
ReplyDeleteThis is just Ducky, no really it's Terrific all the way through, and how can we not be a bit political these days, thanks Doida!
ReplyDeleteDoida, your poem moved so easily with whit and rhyming. This line is humorous: "This week's poem is a tad political". As I read the poem, I thought of politics, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for a poem that encapsulates so much of today. As Karen said earlier, I also thought of the emperor whose wardrobe wasn't what he thought it was!
ReplyDeleteIt's hard not to be political but I think we have to express ourselves. I like how your poem was a serious one but softened with a little humor. Thanks for writing it!
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