>>40083193Rewriting this because I like words and poetry.
Near the bush, by the little creek
Lived a duck that was quite the freak
Instead of keeping close to her brook
She chose to take little treks on foot
She once made her way down to the barber
"A kilo of cheese", she said, "Por favor"
As there was a pharmacy quite close
"Five grams of milk", herself she chose
Now down into the laundromat
She picked a few nice postage stamps
The ducks began to jeer and boo
"So odd she is, the silly goose!"
She laid her eggs, all hardboiled
Tied bow to beak, tightly coiled
And since she did like to annoy
For toothpicks in her hair, she cloyed
She then acquired poppy seeds
To pen better her letter's seams
She ate her ribbon, now quite old
"Tastes like pasta", to all she told
And once she swallowed two whole pounds
For months to come, it won't be found
Worried they were, the other ducks
"But, what could come of such a nut?"
At last they found a wanting buyer
"For dinner he'll roast her on the fire!"
And carefully roast her, did the man
Just as he should, on a big flat pan
Once dinner was served, he stopped and stared
His odd little duck had become a hare!
All covered in beetroot sauce, this trust,
His odd little duck, so strange she was!
