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The Frumpy Tale Of Riley River Duck

In the shadow of the great oak tree

In a place not for you and me

Found only with great luck

Lived Riley the river duck

 

You see Riley was frumpy

And oh so grumpy

How she was, was how she preferred

To the point that it was absurd

 

None of the other animals seemed to care

That she was always holed up in there

Wallowing in a puddle, her thoughts in a muddle

And her dress, in such a mess

On one brilliant summer day

With the sun shining so bright and gay

You see she always thought that she had such rotten luck

For Riley yet again was stuck

 

For what pickle is so fickle

To make that duck, stuck

What thought so meek

To make this situation so dire and bleak

 

While all the other animals were outside playing

Riley was inside praying

That she could come out

But the problem was that she was filled with doubt

 

One morning was particularly glorious

And Riley was oh so furious

That she dropped all her doubt

And she tried for the first time to come out

 

She stepped out and ruffled her feathers

The power of the sun severing imaginary tethers

And a smile spread across her face

For she realised how beautiful was this place

 

For now that she finally stepped out

Of her excuses and self doubt

All the animals greeted her with such zeal

She realised that this must be how it is to finally feel

 

Now a few days later

According to the official dater

She wasn’t grumpy, she wasn’t dire and she wasn’t a bore

Riley wasn’t frumpy any more

 

Everyone around her loved her, they couldn’t get enough

For what a special duck she was, being holed up had made her tough

Now Riley had finally learnt to be happy and be free

And there began the jovial tale of Riley of the Great Oak Tree

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Sep 9, 2012
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