Duck Tale
He sits there on his little tail
maintaining he does not inhale,
but every time he deigns to speak
the smoke that issues from his beak
is not all that he’s taken in.
We tell him it’s a double sin
to fill his lungs with acrid smoke
and then to lie to all the folk.
We all know Little Duck’s too young
to mess with trachea and lung.
Those who take gambles respiratory
wind up with a tragic story.
But no duck I have ever known
will listen to his parents’ drone.
We take his privileges away,
but still he chooses to puff away.
We hide his fags and hide his lighter,
now and then pull an all-nighter
making sure he doesn’t smoke,
but once we’re gone, he takes a toke.
No matter what our perturbation,
we cannot stem his inhalation!
(If you’re not familiar with Little Duck, HERE is some backstory.)
The prompt word today is inhale.
I had such high hopes for Little Duck. What, oh what, would it take to make him whole again?!
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For his Papa to bring him to visit in Mexico.
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Amusing, and so well composed
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Thanks, Derrick.
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great fun!
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Good to see the return of Little Duck! I do hope, though, that he doesn’t die of lung cancer or a heart attack!
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Cute one!
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Naughty Duck.
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Little Duck says, “Quack.”
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Welcome back, little Duck, and stay healthy, despite smoking!
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;o)
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