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March 18.22: Coping, but barely


A tourist stopped in Mallardville,

to see what might be there,

sidled up to locals

in competing savoir faire.

The Monsieurs sized each other up

in manly bivouac

while Madame Mallard plainly

didn’t seem to give a quack.


13 thoughts on “March 18.22: Coping, but barely

  1. A pandemic, $4.50 gas, and now two dudes – nah, she’s not interested. šŸ™‚ I know how she feels. šŸ™‚ Hope you have a good Friday, Maureen, and thank you for the smile.

    • I do love your commentary on the trio. It was hilarious to watch them, and heaven knows we need the distraction. I send hopes for a good day for you too, Judy!

  2. This was thee perfect thing to read at the start of my Friday. What a wonderful distraction. Iā€™m still giggling.

    I hope you have a great weekend, Maureen.

  3. I had to laugh at this. My husband shakes his head at me sometimes, “Language!!” Have a good weekend, Maureen.

  4. Today’s short poem is fantastic, it made me laugh out loud! I can totally relate to not giving a quack.
    As I age, I find there are fewer things worthy of giving a quack, don’t you think? It keeps me balanced.

    • Well said! We should be very selective about our quackings. Keeping balance is no small thing these days. Thanks!

  5. Mrs Mallard is making her own shelter, hiding her head under her wing. We just got caught in the rain – being able to do that would have been very handy.

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