Sitting Ducks Poem by Lamar Cole

Sitting Ducks



They were sitting ducks.
The kind he liked to pluck.
He was very willing and able.
To have them to eat on his dinner table.
He was at such a loss.
Because he was out of barbecue sauce.

Friday, March 22, 2019
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