The Ugly Duckling Poem by devon da poet

The swans are so beautiful, they are loved and admired by many, seeing them as they swim to and fro in their pond.
Their features are astounding, they are one of a kind, simply a blessing to the eyes.
O look at how their feathers are white and fluffy, and are filled with zest.
Their beaks are of perfect size, they are nothing but the best.
Their wings are precisely laid down on their body. When they choose to spread them open, it's really worth the while.
But poor duckling on the other hand has no secret admirer.
Duckling is always isolated because she is seen as ugly.
As she tries to swim along the swans all of them dash away.
Her feathers are not so stylish, they're as pale as can be.
Her beak is broad and awful, no one wants to see.
As she attempts to impress the crowd, she never gets any notice.
Always in her own little world raveled and ashamed.
When the beautiful swans come out to play she's never invited.
If she ever swim astray she's never assisted.
Poor ugly duckling could never seem to find her way.
In a pond full of creatures, she's the only one betrayed.
As the swans fly with great leaps to the sky, poor ugly duckling always flies low.
Her wings can only take her as high as her esteem goes.
She has lost her confidence in the swans' dominance.
She hasn't been accustom to royal convenience.
Alone near ashore you'll find the ugly duckling.
Searching for the worms early in the morning.
She's always on time and always punctual.
She never cheats or tries to steal from anyone.
She's an honest duckling!
The swans will do whatever it takes to get noticed.
They'll even still poor ducklings worms if they so insist.
They never say thank you and they never say good-bye.
Their heart is filled with ugly, ducklings heart is filled with joy.