I pardoned myself
into a duck
and quickly
learned to swim.
She said I wasn't
a very good one,
So I turned away
and flew south
for the winter.
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2 comments:
Only fly south durring rabbit season or Elmer Fudd will get ya.
I enjoyed this - especially the second stanza, very sad somehow.
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