Life Is Quackers!

Now, listen up, you crazy lot,

This ain't no ordinary poem,

It's just quacked! (Quack!)

You see;

I was just waddling,

While a couple were a-coddling,

And in the next minute,

They were arguing,

Yes;

You heard that, right?

They were arguing!

I know I'm just a duck

(Quack!)

But I love good gossip,

Especially when I'm fishing for breakfast,

And nope,

I'm no good at that!

(Quack! Quack!)

This morning,

It took me two hours,

Two whole hours just to catch

that little fishie;

(Jeez, gimme a break!)

I honestly wasn't ear-wigging,

Ducks never do that!

But I couldn't resist overhearing;

(Quack!)

It seemed the lady was annoyed with her man,

He didn't put enough fishies in her sandwiches,

I mean, come on!

How many fishies did she want?

Doesn't she understand,

Us Ducks need fishies, too,

And there are plenty in the sea,

You have to be careful, though;

Sometimes,

They come with shorts!

(Ugh, Quack!)

Anyway,

Enough said!

The poor man was trying to eat his sandwich,

When she kicked a ball, right at his bootie,

Sending his oh, so massive plate of fishie sandwiches

right in my pond!

Every woman standing there decided they were going

to battle with the men;

And then they were battling women,

And men, again!

It seems the world has gone crazy over these fishies!

(Quack! Quack! Quack!)

I decided to leave them to it,

I have a headache from just listening to them!

I am just gonna dive into the pond,

And feed my tiny butt off;

I have to,

If I want it to grow bigger,

(Proud! Quack! Quack!)

The conclusion I have come to,

is;

Life is quackers!

See you later,

(QUACK!)