February 22nd, 2010 | Author:
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Father Duck’s early attempts at Nursery Rhymes weren’t always successful. For example, The Real Jack and Jill…

The Real Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And was like “Dude! Really? Who puts a well at the at the top of a hill? I mean COME ON. What’s a boy gotta do to get indoor plumbing?!?.
February 19th, 2010 | Author:
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After Katrina rejected his “Valenswine (click here to read),”Father Duck was heartbroken, having lost the love of his life. Until one day, she overcame her shyness and her true feelings were revealed.
Little Father Duck
by Katrina
Little Father Duck
Come kiss your pig.
Though you are small
And I am big.
You’ll marry me
It’s meant to be.
Someday we’ll have
A duck-piggy.
May 22nd, 2009 | Author:
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Three Blind Mice? I think not. Try Tone Deaf Ducks. Tone Deaf Ducks is a rhyme Father Duck wrote about his three uncles: Bob, Jose and Marty. The Three ducks formed a barber shop quartet along with future Men Without Hat’s front man Ivan Doroschuk. Ivan left the group after a dancing incident in which he broke his arm caught between Jose doing the Cabbage Patch and Marty doing the Running Duck. He would go on to write the song The Safety Dance to encourage the trio to calm their violent dancing ways.
Mother Goose would later “borrow” Father Duck’s poem and rewrite it about less violently dancing and less horribly singing visually impaired mice. Sadly Bob, Jose and Marty have been all but forgotten. On a brighter note, they still sing as horrible as ever and are planning a comeback.
Tone Deaf Ducks
By Father Duck
Tone deaf ducks. Tone deaf ducks.
Hear how they quack. Hear how they quack.
They sing out of tune and miss every note,
Their voices a cross of a frog and a goat,
Did you know such a sound could come out the throat,
Of tone deaf ducks.

Tone Deaf Ducks
Category: Father Duck's Nursery Rhymes, Humor
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May 04th, 2009 | Author:
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A Crocodile In My Tub
By Jeff Duckworth
A Bath? A Bath? Why am I not in the tub?
My reason is good,
Listen you should.
Of why I’m not in the tub.
Splashing. Sloshing. A scrubbing in my tub!
A crocodile,
Is all a-smile.
Just scrubbing in my tub.
So there. You see? Why I’m not in the tub.
Out I’ll stay,
Until he’s away.
I will not get in the tub.
Category: Poetry
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May 01st, 2009 | Author:
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A Platypus In My Bed
By Jeff Duckworth
Asleep? In bed? Why am I not in bed?
My reason is good,
Listen you should.
Of why I’m not in bed.
Jumping. Leaping. A hopping in my bed!
A platypus,
Is all a-fuss.
Just bouncing in my bed.
So there. You see? Why I’m not in bed.
Up I’ll stay,
Until he’s away.
I will not go to bed.
Category: Just for Fun Friday, Poetry
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April 29th, 2009 | Author:
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Roomingo
by Jeff Duckworth
Tired of Cocka doodle-dooing,
and life in a chicken pen.
A rooster flew south one night,
Wound up with a new girl-hen.
A beautiful flamingo was she,
They hatched an egg together.
What a site it was to see,
a rooster of pink feather.
April 17th, 2009 | Author:
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Billy Bug
Billy was a hero bug.
He wore a cape made from a rug.
Until one day his doom he met
A shoe squished him flat as can get.

- Billy Bug
April 14th, 2009 | Author:
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Applesauce the Wonderchimp
By Jeffrey Duckworth
Applesauce The Wonderchimp,
Can not even fly.
Not a single burst of speed has he,
Nor X-ray super eye.
As mighty as a Wildebeest?
Not close to that is he.
And goodness knows the breath he blows
Would hardly sway a bee.
And if he were to leap
As high as he could jump.
He couldn’t clear a single tree
Even if it were a stump.

- Applesauce the Wonderchimp
Category: Humor, Poetry
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