My Dear William


Ripple across the pond,

Yet nothing makes me fond.

Yes, it is just my luck,

To find a cannibal duck.

I cannot tell a lie:

I fed him poultry pie.

Certainly, I'm in a tangle

With a man marked by an angel;

All of us had hoped he had

Something far better to add

To this predicament,

But instead, he composed a limerick!



*A different version of this poem (under a different title) is on another website.*

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