Love a Duck
I love a duck called Jack
He’s my very favourite pet
But last week he took poorly
So I took him to the vet.
The vet said: ‘Lad, the news is bad
Your duck has lost its quack
And there’s nowt veterinary science
Can do to bring it back.’
A quackless duck? What thankless luck!
Struck dumb without a word
Rendered mute like a bunged-up flute
My splendid tongue-tied bird.
* * *
All day now on the duvet
He sits and occasionally sighs
Dreaming of a miracle
A faraway look in his eyes.
Like a maiden for her lover
Waiting silently is Jack
For the gab to come back
For the gift of tongues that goes …
