I know I’m your favourite lad,
And I’m being quite good sat here, Dad.
To be honest, I need
To be rid of this lead
And then I can be really bad.
You won’t let me go, Dad? Oh shucks!
Don’t you see up in front, those two ducks?
With one leap I can catch ‘em
And then I’ll dispatch ‘em
Though I know that you don’t give two hoots.
The food that you give me’s okay,
But it gets boring, day after day.
I could easy arrange
For a bit of a change;
Oh, go on, Dad, what do you say?
To chase them would give me a thrill,
To catch them would be better still.
While you’re in the saddle
A quick doggy-paddle
Will let loose my instinct to kill.
Lean forward and undo the leash.
Be a man, not a wuss, I mean – sheesh!
Are you telling me
You don’t want duck for tea?
Remember: real men don’t eat quiche*.
* with acknowledgements to Bruce Feirstein and Lee Lorenz
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 128, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.