Don’t feel fowl but
Until your quack the code you will never experience freedom
Crouch your way through the thorny people limiting your potential
Knowing you will soon be able to spread your wings and fly
Duck (an acrostic poem)
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Duck (an acrostic poem)
Despite feeling pretty fowl
Uncle Daffy was out hunting
Couldn’t find a single deer, just a damn rabbit
Killing the bunny might have been satisfying, but they weren’t in season
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Ornament (an acrostic poem)
Oscar proudly walked down the red carpet with Sasha on his arm
Rarely had the whirl of cameras and flashes popping been so soothing to his nerves
Now if it were a normal day he would be duck and covering
Always trying to avoid unwanted attention
Many times it was inevitable and he just had to bite his tongue
Even when the paparazzi grew belligerent
Nearing the head of the line he pasted on his million-dollar smile
The fact he was Sasha’s ‘and one’ never bothered him. He liked being arm candy
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Spicy (an acrostic poem)
Spencer looked out over the myriad of restaurants in front of him
Penelope wanted him to mix it up and get out of this rut
Instead his eyes kept gravitating to Mel’s Diner, his usual hangout
Clearly he was going to give in, no matter what Penelope said
Yet he promised himself he would try the curry duck as he patted his antacids.
Typo (an acrostic poem)
Tell me a story and make it quack
You mean like a dock
Perhaps one about a tug boot
Okay, but only one duck leg at a thyme
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