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The Rise And Fall Of Quacker Bilk

Poetry By: ben hardstaff
Poetry


Tags: Humour


A poem i've written about a Jewish busking duck called "Quacker Bilk".


Submitted:Jan 2, 2013    Reads: 67    Comments: 12    Likes: 9   


The Rise And Fall Of Quacker Bilk

In the cooling shade of a banyan tree,

on the banks of the river Dilk,

lives a Jewish duck of ninety three,

by the name of 'Quacker Bilk'.

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A master on the clarinet,

on harpsichord, a star.

He once composed a minuet

upon his gold guitar.

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He's clearly quite a writer too,

with a song at number one,

that's all about a cockatoo

from the land of Avalon.

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He strums and drums on riverbanks,

then bows to huge applause,

from pirate frogs that hop the plank,

and lion fish that roar.

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His mandolins and tambourines,

piccolo, drums and flute,

are kept in padded mezzanines

with shiny horns that hoot.

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This busking duck's a prodigy -

a genius it seems.

A fowl of finest pedigree,

with super self esteem.

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By eighteen months, he'd learnt guitar,

by two, an old bassoon.

He'd play to crowds from near and far,

on sunny afternoons.

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For Quackers, life was rosy red,

with record deals in sight,

and news of Quacker's talents spread,

to his manager's delight.

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But something changed, and Quacker's fame

destroyed the charming duck.

The tunes he played just weren't the same,

but Quackers passed the buck.

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He blamed his ageing instruments,

but couldn't face the fact:

his time had gone. It came and went -

he'd simply lost the knack.

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So still, he stands on riverbanks,

and plays to jogger's dogs.

Then strums and drums, and clinks and clanks

In local synagogues.





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