by Dr. David Mandler
I walked around the pond one day
And sat down on a bench.
The clouds were gone. “You have to stay!”
A figure yelled in French.
He shouted left and shouted right
This by the stormy pond:
“We’ll drain the swamp without a fight
And form a sacred bond.
But first, to save our way of life
I’ll have to build a wall.
If you bring a sharpened knife
I’ll save you big and small.
These United Ponds will rise
To heights unseen before,
We’ll swat all irritating flies
And push them out the door.
And when those nasty insects burn
Caught in our net of fire,
The slimy frogs will quickly learn
That I am not a liar!
Yes frogs! Your voices dominate
The landscape everywhere.
I know you well, I’d been your mate
For far too long with flair.
But now it’s time for me to swell
And take the seat of power.
I’ll make you proud big league, I’ll tell
You how in just an hour.
Make Everything so great again,
My feathery attire!
My voice is louder than the frogs
Who drown in mild satire.
Let’s put our beautiful pond first
And drain it off completely.
And when your throats will hurt from thirst
I’ll slip away discretely.”
The noise around the pond grew strong,
With every creature quacking.
I closed my eyes and said, “so long
Chief duck, your eggs are hatching.”
It wasn’t French I’d heard, my dears,
But an aging duck.
Who sounded out a thousand fears,
For he no longer could…yuck!
The sunset came. I rose to leave
Just as the pond turned dark.
I lit a torch and said, “Believe
Forever in our park.”
© David Mandler