Whiston Brook Poem by Lee Fones

today i sat at Whiston brook
underneath a rotten tree
then i spotted a tiny duck
and it quaked at me

then that duck quickly went
with its dangled webbed feet
heading off it looked content
picking insects for a treat

looking up at tree trunk
lots of working busy ants
plus lots of human junk
falling off ants in pants

eating tuna sandwich
wrote this little rhyme
now i wear head bandage
up that tree, i did climb