Thursday, November 4, 2021 Three Drakes and a Hen

Three Drakes and a Hen
From a distance I could see them
On the slippery slimy lagoon
The mallards, oh so handsome,
The hen as dull as a prune.

I figured she’d be quiet –
Demure and somewhat shy,
The drakes would do their quacking
She’d admired them and sigh.

But that’s not how it happened
I hate to burst your bubble
But the hen was awfully bossy
And did nothing but cause trouble

“Dive deeper down,” she ordered,
“The best stuff’s at the bottom,”
It really was quite shocking
The way she nagged and taught ‘em.

The drakes were doing hard labor
As if they were under her spell
I guess they each wanted to win her
If so, I wish them well.

Maybe I’m imagining things, but that’s what I saw when I gazed upon this scene.

This has been Thursday Verse Day with Lynniebeemuseoday.

I’ll probably delete this, but don’t nag me about it.