Ducks (poem)

Poetry

Bath time pleasures,
Wiggly butts.
Who am I, you ask?
Why, I’m a duck!

I waddle with ease,
I paddle serenely.
Roving bills seek sustenance.
I flap powerfully.

Pretty preening,
Booty oils,
Self-care reigns supreme.
Just call me your Ducky Queen.

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