A duck walked into a bar –
a Barduck!
That makes no sense,
or little, or some…
or, to my mind, lots!
What’s clarity to one
is obscurity to another…
one.
Hence, I can say –
with no fear of prosecution (or persecution) –
that a duck walking into a bar
becomes a Barduck.
It’s now a thing.
Graeme Sandford 