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Thursday, 12 March 2015

What am I, a Duck?

By Clifford Rothband

I am not a poet, and I know it. I try to rhyme, Not worth a dime.
I try to be creative, I'm not that innovative,
I thought of a harmony, and brought out a homonym;
I tried to address the situation, I didn't know the address.
I tried to take command, I didn't know the command;
I refuse to take on any more refuse;
Nor could I produce any produce.

There is no time like the present, although it may be time to present the present.
I could not desert, before dessert, even in a desert.
I couldn't object the object either.
I was so close, so why close.
I had to subject to the subject.
Am I an invalid, or is it invalid.

I tried to take the lead, I was full of lead.
Maybe I'll duck down and pick up some duck down.
I could go on forever, if I was ever so clever.
So just give me a bill,
What am I, a duck?

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Clifford . . . you are very creative . . . and innovative.

I admit, it is hard to write poetry.

Funny - and YOU nailed it!

That is so profoundly funny...you have a gift. Looking forward to your nextost

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