“Three things are difficult to understand: The work of the swan, the movements of the swan and the mind of a swan.”

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Courtesy of F.M

Courtesy of F.M

Who am I? Chalky wants to know,
Where do I live, where?
Chalky looks me up and down,
Down and up, up and down.

What is the problem? I query,
Wherefore art thou waddling?
‘Tis now my turn, and truly..
I shalt give Chalky the third degree.

Take my pic, hey you! Chalky suddenly quacks,
Lifts neck up high, and with a beaky grin, Chalky..
Ruffles the feathers, spruces and preens,
Makes a pose, all poised and serene.

Click. Adroitly, the camera captures..
This delightful little creature, called Chalky,
Who’s now sharply waddling towards me, but why?
Cackles: Now of you, I take! – Snap! …….. Ouch.

Moral of the poem:

Never trust a wolf in swan’s clothing.

A swan’s quack is not worse than its snap.

Maloquacious © 2015

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2 responses »

    • I am sure swans are wonderful and sweet, Duck, for they belong to your extended family, and you too, are just perfectly adorable! Gosh, Swan Lake was unforgettable. Much loving quacks to you, dear friend. 🙂

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