A Look Back [Year Eight]: The Ugly Duckling (The True Story)

I wrote this poem three years ago in Year Eight for an assignment. It is a parody of The Ugly Duckling. Read to the end for a unique twist!


The Ugly Duckling (The True Story)

Once a long long time ago

A mother duck was feeling low

The mother duck had laid her eggs

But half of them looked just like kegs!

One day the eggs began to hatch

They cracked and cracked

And all ten matched

One hadn't hatched and it was big

And looked different

Like a fig

The mother thought

"Oh me! Oh my!

"I guess this duck will never fly!"

Next day she came back to her lair

To her dismay

It wasn't there

He ran and ran for all his luck

She couldn't catch him

She was just a duck

He ran and ran till he was calm

Eventually he came to a farm

He was caught in a net

And came out of the wet

And landed in an old woman's palm

"I am going to cut you and slice you

"And mangle you into pieces!

"Then I will share you with all of my nieces!"

He was locked in a pen

With a hare and a hen

And soon it was night

And he was in fright

"Run!" said the hare, "With all your luck

She can't catch you, you lucky duck!"

"If you don't," the hen said

"She will chop off your head!

"And blood always makes me chuck"

So off went the lock

With nought but a knock

Away from the hen

Away from the pen

While the duck ran he also thought

"Oh why, oh why is life so short?

Oh why, oh why must all things die?

Oh, how I wish that I could fly!"

He was alone

Out on his own

And didn't know where to go

He saw a big light

Which shone very bright

But what it was he didn't know

The closer it came

The less it looked tame

And suddenly out went the light

He heard a door close

And that's when he froze

For he couldn't see much in the night

He was put in a sack

And thrown in the back

And the air in there was very tight

He gasped for his breath

On the verge of death

And that's when he noticed his plight

"I have been worked like a hound

"I thought they were very profound

"I'll chop off their heads

"The hare will be dead

"And the hen will be running around!"

The car stopped

The engine hopped

The duckling leaped onto the floor

The keys were turned

The engine churned

And the car drove on ever more

While he was sitting in the back

The duckling quacked and quacked

"Shut up, duck

"You're out of luck

"And no, it is not coming back!"

She pushed the clutch

But far too much

And somehow opened the door

Then she got out

And came about

And the duck thought, "Man, what a--"

She picked up

The ugly duck

And took him to the front door

It was locked

And so she knocked

And it wasn't locked anymore

The woman said

"Hi, McNewan! I've got the perfect duck for stewin'!"

"Come in! Come in!" said McNewan

"I just got the water brewin'

"He's still alive, but that's the best!

"Now let's be done with this damned pest"

They took him down the hallway floor

To the left and through the door

Past the photos all around

Hanging up and looking down

To the kitchen hence they came

Leaving then the hall of fame

"Mmm," the duck thought, "duckling stew"

"WAIT!" he thought, "That duck is YOU!"

They came closer to the pot

The duck went in

"That water's HOT!"

There and then the phone did ring

"You're mother's called about that thing!"

"I'll be back," McNewan said

"With bourbon and a loaf of bread"

The duck got out of the pot

And turned the knob a lot

He stopped at low

So he would know

The water wouldn't be so hot

The duck got back inside the pot

And now it was not quite so hot

He had a good laugh

And then he thought

"Well, I do love a good bath!"

McNewan returned with the bourbon and bread

And placed them down, nodding his head

He took a step back, admiring the view

And looking forward to his duck stew

McNewan's coat made him look fatter

He was coming to the pot with a platter

The duck looked asleep

With not even a peep

And everything else didn't matter

The woman's hands went to her head

"Oh my God! This duck's not dead!"

Then he hissed

And bit her wrist

And the rest of her hand went red

"Right!" McNewan said

"If this duck isn't dead

"He can go far from here

"And get eaten by the deer!"

"Throw me! Throw me!

"I don't care! I have courage like a bear!"

"I think you mean a lion, duck!"

But the duck was no more there

He flew and flew

"Achoo! Achoo!"

He had caught a cold

He thought that he had grown immune

But he was getting old

He landed by a clear blue pond

With which he felt a special bond

He had seen it once before

And now he was quite fond

"Hey, Ron! Yes you, the swan

"Do I have some luck?

"Am I just like you, a swan?

"Or am I just a duck?"

"Sorry, mate

"You're not a swan

"You're all out of your luck"

The other swan said

"Stuff him mate!

"He's just an ugly duck!"

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Terreur Nocturne said...

Mrs. Kumar's English class?? I always thought you did Cinderella. What on Earth possessed you to do "The Ugly Duckling"?

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