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I used to have one of these many years ago
I used to love to watch it rock to and fro,
Into a glass of water it would dip its beak
At the time I thought it to be quite unique.

The wetter the beak got the faster it would go
Honestly it was quite an impressive little show,
All I had to do was to keep the glass filled up
And that little duck would pretend to sup.

One day I got a phone call while I was in work
My Mum was on the `phone and she was going berserk
She`d knocked the duck off by sheer accident
But this was no time for my duck`s lament.

As the glass shattered and whatever was inside
`It has burnt a hole in the floor` my Mum cried,
I thought it best not to ask if I could get another
So as not to further upset my poor dear Mother.

So my duck had met its demise on the kitchen floor
Now my poor little duck would swing no more,
It`s body battered and broken I laid it to rest
I didn`t mention it any more I thought it best.

copyrightę2010 Elsie

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