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Poem 16: A Tribute to Lewis Carroll<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n The duck, David, not Donald<\/p>\n Spoke perfect English<\/p>\n And never quacked<\/p>\n But tact, he lacked<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He did not like Durwood, the bowler-hatted dog<\/p>\n He seemed \u00a0so pretentious<\/p>\n With his country gentleman act<\/p>\n And plethora of silly facts<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cYou should appreciate me,\u201d the dog said.<\/p>\n \u201cI am of good stock.<\/p>\n And with me, good friends you\u2019ll make,<\/p>\n with a little give and take.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cYou are simply a snob,\u201d said the duck.<\/p>\n \u201cYou do not belong with us.<\/p>\n You act so superior<\/p>\n When you are essentially inferior.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cYour problem is obvious,\u201d Durwood replied.<\/p>\n \u201cThis language you speak.<\/p>\n Quacking is how you should talk.<\/p>\n You knew it before you could walk.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cI am advanced,\u201d said the duck.<\/p>\n \u201cA new generation and breed.<\/p>\n Taking us beyond the ponds<\/p>\n Forming new and aristocratic bonds.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The dog laughed, stepping forward with his cane,<\/p>\n gently correcting his ascot.<\/p>\n \u201cThere are no aristocrats here except me.<\/p>\n And I certainly won\u2019t ask you to tea.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cAnd I will not have you over for millet and smartweed,\u201d answered David.<\/p>\n \u201cA fine treat, I must say.<\/p>\n Ferdinand Fox and Walter Weasel are coming today,<\/p>\n and I will put on a fine display.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cWhat!\u201d exclaimed the humored dog. \u201cAre you serious?<\/p>\n Don\u2019t you know why they have accepted your invitation?<\/p>\n They want YOU for supper.<\/p>\n You are indeed in a scupper!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cHa ha. You are wrong stupid man.<\/p>\n Bobby the Bobcat will be my guest too.<\/p>\n And I don\u2019t like to share my grains.<\/p>\n My other guests will be roasted, before the evening rains.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Poem 16: A Tribute to Lewis Carroll \u00a0 The duck, David, not Donald Spoke perfect English And never quacked But tact, he lacked He did not like Durwood, the bowler-hatted dog He seemed \u00a0so pretentious With his country gentleman act And plethora of…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1447,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99230","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1447"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99230"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99230\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103493,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99230\/revisions\/103493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}