The Aylesbury duck has lost its pluck

Unplucky Duck

What is it ails the Aylesbury duck?

It’s pale, it’s frail,

It’s down on its luck.

Its feathers are ruffled,

It’s tired and it’s troubled.

It waddles, then wobbles

Then tumbles and topples.

Something’s quailed the Aylesbury duck.

It’s gone off track,

It’s on its back.

Alas, alack,

It lacks its quack.

What could it be?

Oh look, I see –

Fox got its tail.

It’s lost its pluck.

That’s what ails the Aylesbury duck.

© Clive PiG      03/04/2021

Easter Saturday in Aylesbury