Poem number 418
Giant Ducks From Outer Space
Giant ducks from Outer Space
Come down here to peck your face
12 feet high with armoured beaks
They’ll gouge your eyes and chew your cheeks
Their Krypton wings glow green with ire
They set a bakery on fire
‘Revenge!” they quack, “We’ll peck you dead!
For feeding Earth Ducks nought but bread!
What’s wrong with chops? What’s wrong with steak?
Why always bits of mouldy cake?
The endless crusts, the rain of crumbs –
Just stick your loaves right up your bums!
You should’ve fed them Sunday roast
Not bread, but now you’re EARTHLING TOAST!”
Quack quack quack, revenge is sweet
The giant ducks swarm down the street
Peck peck peck, take that and that
They peck the thin, they peck the fat
Giant ducks come down from Space
To terrorise the Human race
Peck peck peck peck quack quack quack
Take cover! Leg it! Duck attack!