White Duck Report

Unca’ Donald preens his feathery head,
just above his oracular pore.
Wings and feet are “incredibly” small
and his quack an “incredible” bore.  

 But I feel sorry for Unca,
such “incredible” need at his age.
If he is not petted and loved,
he succumbs to “incredible” rage.

 “Me First! is his cry of distinction,
an “incredible” cause for delight.
His “incredible” quacking in person
goes out in the blackness of night.

Ducks’ teeth, it appears, don’t exist:  
an “incredible” absence of luck!
Unca’ Donald keeps loudly lambasting
the “incredible” unfairness to ducks.