I woke this morning, and I found a duck
\nAsleep beside me in the tousled bed.
\nI sat up, feeling something on my head,
\nAnd reached to touch it, shouting, “What on earth?”*
\nMy toothpaste was all feathers, and my soap
\nLeft slimy pond-weed trailing from my hands.
\nI got no toast – the quacking bread demands
\nWere just too much. I simply couldn’t cope.
\nMy trip to work was very much a trip –
\nI stumbled over drakes and stepped on hens.
\nThey shat on papers, shed on all my pens,
\nWhile ducklings drank my coffee, every sip.
\nAnd worse – it’s nine more days till they’re away:
\nThe tenfold curse of “Have a ducky day!”<\/p>\n
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