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Ducks |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania ![]() |
Ducks I jus' loove mint tea with my Sunday dinnah I wonder how Bubba gets off comin’ ta the table so late Mamma said , I’m gonna tell ya this just one time, darlin’ The men got this thing fer ducks, and you ain’t never gonna get a man to church durin’ duck season And they ain’t never gonna get to the table on time So hush up now, Here comes your Daddy I sho’e do got a painful feelin’ fer those ducks, Daddy I’nt a duck a creature o’ God jus’ the same as I am? I could tell Daddy was uuuuunprepared and more than a little disturbed, cause he never did take a shine to answerin’ duck questions at the dinner table Daddy said, ya best be askin' the preacher An’ Bubba said A duck i’nt the same as a real person cause a duck ain’t got the brains that we got Well if you’re so much smarter than a duck then why do you have ta camouflage yourself an’ pretend yer a duck, makin’ all those silly duck calls an’ try foolin’ a bird with a wood decoy An Bubba said , All that stuff’s part o' the sport An’ stuff is what make it so entertainin' Well. I ain’t never seen a sport with Such u-u-uneven teams. An I fer one, would not be entertained trudgen through all that slime an’ mud just ta get ta that ol’ duck blind Sittin’ there all cold an’ wet waitin' fer the sun ta come up Hopin' that SOME duck may have the notion land on YER pond Pass the biscuits, please? Mamma said hush now, an Daddy said, Sugah, the women folk ain’t never gonna understand the men folk An' sometimes it’s best jus leavin’ things the way they are Well, mah teacher said a snow goose flies all the way from Alaska To the coast o’ Texas. I guess, Bubba that ducks an’ geese aren’t as dumb as ya’ll think, I bet you don’t even know where Alaska is Would ya pass the buttah please? Mamma said, My heavens, child! How do you spose they know how ta do that? Well, they jus' know which day at take off, when the winds are headin in the same di-rection, Then they fly re-e-eal high, almost ta heaven’s doah An’ God points his finger in the right di-rection. An’ they jus’ follow God An’ that’s why they’re so-o-o smart. Excepin when they’re fooled inta playin’ a sport That they have no intention o' playin’ Mamma said, that’s enough now, hush up An’ eat yo sweet potatas So I ate my sweet potatas and everyone was silent Like mamma says, Daddy never did take a shine ta answerin’ duck questions at the dinner table An' so the next Sunday morning’I asked the preacher if a duck i’nt the same as a person An' he said, we are ALL creatures of God Like he didn’t want to admit that a duck du’nt got the same brains that we got An so I said to the preacher, Sir, as far as followin' in the path o’ God I think I’d rather be a duck ! An’ the preacher, he looked reeeal confused And Mamma said, we best be sittin’ down now I didn’t hear one word the preacher said that day I was jus' thinkin’ ‘bout Daddy an’ Bubba Out there in the mud, Tryin’ to fool those ducks I was thinkin' maybe they’ll consider what di-rection those ducks are headin’ An’ maybe somehow, they might jus’ get some learnin’ an some inspiration From a dumb ol’ water fowl Elizabeth Santos May 13, 2003 |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Welllllllllll then... This is just a ducky story all around... Liz - You're wondeful - Have I mentioned that recently?... ![]() |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thanks, Nan. What are you doing over here in prose? "Duckin'" out of workshop,huh? WEll, in case you didn't notice, I joined the class. I heard the word sonnet and I came flyin' over. Quack, quack! Liz |
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