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….
Hues of Hankinson 