General bewilderment, Poetry

just when you think your ducks are…

 

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philosophise me

unhelix my mind

and then chastise me

rhyme my poses

retime my proses

snap my beak

rethorn the roses

 

alphabetize me

file my shadows

then ostracise me

crime my creases

frieze my freezes

face me in to

comb with tweezers

 

must be those klutzy shoes…

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19 thoughts on “just when you think your ducks are…

      • Hmm… the roses you buy at the florist’s to offer have no thorns. I think they are the ones I’d like to rethorn. Maybe to use them as trojan roses.
        The duck with the broken beak is probably the wisest among them.

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