The Daffy Duck Poem by Angela Wybrow

A daffy duck stood in the middle of the road.
She wasn't in a rush, so her time she took.
The approaching lorry driver wasn't happy,
And his angry fist at her he shook!

She soon became the main attraction.
People tried chasing her out of the way.
Soon, she was back on the pavement,
And was now safe and well again. Yay!

But people were walking towards her,
And, of the crowds, she was very scared,
So she ran back into the road again,
And at her, the next approaching driver glared!

She ran around in a blind panic,
Not knowing which way to go.
In and out of the road she ran,
Dashing this way and that, to and fro.

She halted all the traffic.
The wrong turn she'd taken by mistake.
I wished that I could catch her
And reunite her with her waiting drake.

The last sighting I had of her,
She was running off up the High Street,
As fast as her little legs could carry her,
And, boy, how fast could she move those feet!