Donald Duck
DONALD DUCK
Donald, when will you learn to duck
slings and arrows coming your way.
Soon you’re going to run out of luck.
Donald, when will you learn to duck
and avoid being covered in muck;
hubris will never stop the spray.
Donald, when will you learn to duck,
if you weren’t God, you’d start to pray.
A poem of mine published by the late Les Murray in Quadrant.
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