The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 05 Poem by Flying Lemming

Five small ducks went out for a quack
One looked forward one looked back
One looked left and one looked right
The fifth relaxed and smiled so bright
They’d alternate so one by one
They’d find some peace out in the sun

Five grown men went out for a walk
All looked forward, none would talk
Each was trying to be in front
Trying every trick and stunt
To win, achieve, and gain more ground
Think I’ll be a duck next time round