Plimpton Poem by RonnieC Wright

Plimpton, George saved a duckling
And published it in his review
Jack the writer said - 'bless you! '
And Papa thanked him too.

The society toast at the Ritz,
Writers, poets and all in-between
All gathered tied in time
To participate in this grind.

Duckling as crisp as the Peking wind
Duckling as sweet as the Paris sky
Grew into a beautiful thing
And flapped its wings to fly.

We cherish that duckling today
And let it speak for itself.