The Duck Race

Off to the bridge as they splash and they bob,
Hundred or thousand or so I’m not sure.
The take with the current, these wearisome beings
But for a small fee the yellow ones yours.
And as the red faces all line with a smile
Some of them struggle to make the first inch.
Others won’t make it, lost well to a whim.
Yet one will sure triumph and think it’s a sinch.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 23rd August 2010