Opens on Toon Lake
His mouth waters for roast duck
Horns grow on his head
Is on full alert
Confusing his pursuer
Until the moon shines
Never come about
Thinks and thinks
And finally surrenders
Waiting for next year
My duck pond polluted with human filth,
Old grizzly pidgins flock to eat the disease,
It shows in their mottled grey and brown feathers,
My little duck sits on a rock and cleans.
Where oh where has my baby gone!
Sickened with sadness I can stand it no longer.
Grinning over His shoulder was the Devil,
Smiling over My cries was the Lucifer,
He had sent me down the abyss of Gloom.
But I am not the usual common human,
And I have the blessings of Hanuman,
The monkey God Hanuman protects me.
More than dogs I worry about,
When it comes to Animal rights,
I focus on all the animals my writes.
Swollen pieces of my written word,
Never fail to fly with wasp wings,
I'm winning the battle with fire.
Find my winning wasp wings,
In there with written word wind,
Wasps of all my meaningful words.
Hillarious Clintonne will pay the price,
Of her husband's misfitting misdeeds,
They had made such America that bleeds.
But not a person ever knew,
Walt Disney's creation wins,
Donald Duck rules America!
Don't insult the language by being abusive in your poems.
Uncle Donald Duck rules America.
HP Poem #1248