Ducks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCECCEFCFGCHHGIJCC CCJCKCKLLFLLF CCCFCMEEMCCCNFNCFFOP FCOPFQQP CCRRSSTTCCUUO

To E M Who drew them in Holzminden PrisonA
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From troubles of the world I turn to ducksB
Beautiful comical thingsC
Sleeping or curledD
Their heads beneath white wingsC
By water coolE
Or finding curious thingsC
To eat in various mucksC
Beneath the poolE
Tails uppermost or waddlingF
Sailor like on the shoresC
Of ponds or paddlingF
Left Right with fanlike feetG
Which are for steady oarsC
When they white galleys floatH
Each bird a boatH
Rippling at will the sweetG
Wide waterwayI
When night is fallen you creepJ
Upstairs but drakes and dilliesC
Nest with pale water starsC
Moonbeams and shadow barsC
And water liliesC
Fearful too much to sleepJ
Since they've no locksC
To click against the teethK
Of weasel and foxC
And warm beneathK
Are eggs of cloudy greenL
Whence hungry rats and leanL
Would stealthily suckF
New life but for the mienL
The hold ferocious mienL
Of the mother duckF
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Yes ducks are valiant thingsC
On nests of twigs and strawsC
And ducks are soothy thingsC
And lovely on the lakeF
When that the sunlight drawsC
Thereon their pictures dimM
In colours coolE
And when beneath the poolE
They dabble and when they swimM
And make their rippling ringsC
ducks are beautiful thingsC
But ducks are comical thingsC
As comical as youN
QuackF
They waddle round they doN
They eat all sorts of thingsC
And then they quackF
By barn and stable and stackF
They wander at their willO
But if you go too nearP
They look at you through blackF
Small topaz tinted eyesC
And wish you illO
Triangular and clearP
They leave their curious trackF
In mud at the water's edgeQ
And there amid the sedgeQ
And slime they gobble and peerP
Saying 'Quack quack '-
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When God had finished the stars and whirl of coloured sunsC
He turned His mind from big things to fashion little onesC
Beautiful tiny things like daisies He made and thenR
He made the comical ones in case the minds of menR
Should stiffen and becomeS
Dull humourless and glumS
And so forgetful of their Maker beT
As to take even themselves quite seriouslyT
Caterpillars and cats are lively and excellent punsC
All God's jokes are good even the practical onesC
And as for the duck think God must have smiled a bitU
Seeing those bright eyes blink on the day He fashioned itU
And he's probably laughing still at the sound that came out of its billO

Frederick William (fw) Harvey



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