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Hwegh, Hwegh, Hwegh, the number of the (Cornish Duck) Beast.

Hwegh, Hwegh, Hwegh, the number of the (Cornish Duck) Beast.

“Hwegh!” cried out the duck, as he stood upon the sedimentary shore of his village pond.

“Hwegh!” a second time. The other ducks looked up from their self-reflections to see what the fuss was all about, quizzical looks in their eyes.

“Hwegh!” a third time. The ducks looked around and about – there must be something wrong; but, no matter how hard they scanned, near and far, they could see nothing to raise any concerns.

“Hugh is just winding us up.” said Jemima to Daphne,”He can be a little devil sometimes.”

Daphne agreed, and soon the ducks had returned to their self-reflection.

Hugh gaggled like a goose (but quietly) to himself.

Duck à l’Orange

Duck à l’Orange

Most poems are hard to write –

some are easy –

this one… was… ‘canard!

“Duck à l’Orange!”

I saw a duck

with an Orange,

in his mouth,

in his beak;

he tried to speak,

he looked pathetic,

but, kind of poetic,

like he was trying to own it,

to rhyme it

with something…


he was just waddling along,

talking to himself,

and, as you may,

or may not, know,

‘Orange’ in ‘Duck’

is… ‘Quack!’

but, even in Duck, it’s not easy

to find a rhyme for ‘Quack!’

Approaching Dusks! A Warning!


A Word of Warning When Approaching Dusks!

No, not a misprint (Although ‘Ducks’ should also be approached carefully); this is about that time of day when the evening is almost upon you (or, depending on the season, has been and arrived already) and the sun is gently setting in the West (as it does – if yours doesn’t please seek advice).

I am talking about the dusky twilight time of the day – the time when the chilled white wine can be opened and appetising canapés served with a degree of decorum (or, if preferred, a can of lager, four straws, and a bag of crisps may fit the bill – other options are available to suit differing tastes).

However, and here is the word of warning… ‘beware’ or ‘Beware’ or maybe even ‘Beware!’ Or if deemed absolutely necessary ‘BEWARE!!!!’
(Although to go to that extreme is not normally required in polite society).

Beware the Jabberwock!
Beware the dog / cat / children, ducks, etc.
Beware the Ides of March
Beware the Bee

But, most of all beware the dusk.

“Why?” You may ask.
And ask you may.
But, if you think I have an answer to ‘that’ question…

… then you obviously don’t know me well enough.