Sitting Duck

As humour is a key
to dissolving the intense
I’ll write this little ditty
to unload what’s on my chest

Early in the day
I’m as jolly as the birds
but this state then fades away
till my thoughts resemble turds

Except on rare occasions
when I’m with a treasured friend
when the tiredness turns to hyper
and a manicness ascends.

I blather and I babble
prattle on and jabber
I interrupt so many times
that just gone six transforms to nine

And hell,
my friend is now a sitting duck
victim of my frazzling mind
the more I see they need to go
the more my rushing words do flow


Some time alone; my mind does still
and wonder what my friend was saying
before my endless neighing, braying
cut off their chance to speak a word

I think how nice it would have been
to pause a while for listening
till I remember with relief
that though my ranting was absurd
there were odd gems that still I heard

I only hope they didn’t feel
too battered by my endless reel
for though my given name be Alf
I could be known as twaddle mouth

At least it wasn’t any worse:
I wasn’t in the mood to curse
at life, at living, at all things fine
until my darkly seething mind
swallowed their soul
destroyed their hope
and left them empty
… spirit broke

But then I banish all such thoughts
For now my ritual does commence
I sprinkle baccy with some hope
And fill the room with herbal smoke

Sitting Duck


Kernow, United Kingdom

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This is dedicated to my favourite Sitting Ducks

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