The ducks are marching closer

In ranks and files and rows,

A feathery juggernaut on webbed feet

That have no heels or toes!

On and on, from far and near,

They streamed from everywhere,

And none were wearing sailor caps,

But their ducky legs weren't bare!

It was so bizarre to see them

That I had to stop and merely stare

While thoughts of being nibbled to death

Cleaved my chilly nighttime air!

As I glanced out of my window

Carefully staying out of sight,

How odd, I thought, that all wore pants;

The thought increased my fright!

Not one was waddling as they came near,

And not a single quack was heard

Which is most unusual for a duck

Since ducks are a noisy bird!

At last, I heard a feathery knock,

Faint at first upon my front door

It was no longer use denying then

That Hell’s ducks had come ashore!

Oh! leave me be, you fowl fiends!

I cried out in the dark,

And go back, go back, away from here

Go back to the local park!

Too late I heard the door give way,

With a fearsome sickening crash!

(There’s no mistaking a door collapsing

From that tsunami of a splash!)

But just at that very moment

When I’d felt the whole house shake,

I woke up sweating from my sleep

And found myself wide awake!

Of ducks there was no evidence,

Nor watery pools, or what!

I realised then, with great chagrin

This dream came from my gut!

The blame must be fully laid,

I fear and see so clearly now,

It was that wretched slice of pizza

Had brought this dream I disallow!