Poetry by Jeff Green

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A cheeky sort

by cricketjeff on September 5, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

“Excuse me” said the duck at the door
“The bread is all finished and I want some more”
“You threw some for Rupert, for James and Dupree”
“But where are the breadcrumbs that you meant for me?”

The duck at the door, was politeness itself
I walked back to the larder, the loaf on the shelf
I cut him some brown bread, and also some white
It is hard with a duck to know which sort is right.

Then out to the pond, the duck and I walked
And as we were walking the duck and I talked
The result of our chatter is quite hard to take
The duck has requested “From now on, bring cake!”