>>> Item number 21058 from WRITERS LOG9311C --- (67 records) ----- <<< Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1993 02:00:04 JST Reply-To: WRITERS Sender: WRITERS From: Mike Barker Subject: SUB: A Most Serious Poem I knew we have recently been rather rude to the poetically challenged. Therefore, it is my utmost pleasure to present this poem. Please read reverently and quietly to yourselves, as this is a most serious poem about a very important subject. think yew tink ----------------------------------- Ode in a Muddy Farmyard (Dedicated to that master of all birds - the duck!) Shall we follow your waddle, That droll roll you coddle? When you walk in your saddle, It's always a spraddle. Feet like a clown, Lips curled and brown? moan a duck, moan a duck, moan a duck! Oh bird of the farm, did you know your cousin that graced marx? he swooped from the ceiling at a word, ever stuffy and silent, though he brought the laughs? groucho duck, groucho duck, groucho duck! should we bow in homage to mallard? or giggle as you wiggle your back yard? little ones all so fine, make a curious dashed line as they learn to waddle like mom do. for you no dumb cluck, nor grubbing in muck, with a bit of good luck, you're a duck! ah you've nothing but pride to show, for the laughter and riddling you know, is but shy admiration for the joy you have given - and soup! what fun. oh, boy! a gaggle, a giggle, and sometimes a tickle. funny pinfeathers look so smooth? laughsicle! humor it seems is the name of your game, tell me, o duck, was your grandma a loon? ah, fame. to the duck, to the duck, to the duck, duck, duck, duck! the end. -------------------------------- [who was the little fellow that gave recitations on t.v. - stood with his feet at angles, stuck his hand behind his back, wobbled, and turned whatever poem he was working on into a riot? I want him to read this...] no doggerel, uhnuh, no doggerel allowed without a chain in this saloon... tink