A soap star

Rubber ducky that swims in the bath,
you mate, are one l’ill bobbing ally
against the trauma of a slippery soap
that flips from those wrinkled fingers;
3 inches of yellow plastic, but shush please,
be discreet, don’t mention his manufacture,
as he considers himself a real duck.

Trained to dive on any given signal,
left raised eyebrow means search to the left,
and right means, well, you get the drift;
ex SUDS (Special Underwater Duck Squad),
this little quacker has seen it all, and still does.
Thunderbirds can’t compare to his abilities
to doggedly, I mean duckedly seek out
the sunken bars before meltdown.

Small salute as he resurfaces, a job well done.
Admirable I think, stretching for the towel
that levitates just beyond human reach;
as usual, a request to practice manoeuvres,
then half an hour later, up comes the plug.


3 thoughts on “A soap star

  1. nectarfizz says:

    I absolutely would love to have a photo of that!! As usual you are just as quirky if not more so then I..I am posting this poem to my blog..cause It made me laugh like crazy. Bekki

  2. […] Who said poets are boring? November 14, 2008 Posted by nectarfizz in Things I love about him, Things Overheard, Those people who call me a friend. Tags: giggle fits trackback https://mattclendon.wordpress.com/2008/11/13/a-soap-star/ […]

  3. Matt says:

    Thanks, Bekki 🙂

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