A little while ago(and by that I mean August)I was thinking about the phrase, 'get your ducks in a row' and out of that came this little poem, just for fun.
One duck, two duck, three duck go!
Slowly floating my ducks in a row.
House duck, job duck, money duck rock!
The love duck's flying around the block.
Goal duck, dream duck, wish duck blow!
Plenty of wishing weeds do grow.
Friend duck, home duck, happy duck hey!
Ducks rowing up and on my way.
Well, the ducks have changed their flying patterns recently, and by patterns I mean...scattered to the winds!!
So the poem now reads like this:
One duck, two duck, three duck four,
Home duck's stressed a little more.
friend ducks - love duck out of sight,
gusty winds have changed their flight.
Job duck's fine but feeling snappy,
health duck's been a little crappy.
Money duck, family duck, writing duck, whew!
At least those three know what to do!
It sounds like my life, or ducks, are falling apart...but really, I think my ducks have always been a little schizophrenic, I just need to put out a little extra-yummy duck food and threaten them with Barbara Streisand songs to get them back in line. Bring out the big guns Kelly!
1 comment:
I do like the second one better than the first. Very cute. I think my ducks are down right CRAZY. :)
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