Bird of bitter, sarcastic artistry.
I mean, the way he was drawn...
exploded Cubist snooker table almost.
Head upholstered in green, stapled
holy and high-class to a cleric’s collar;
pride of every single pond in England.
Then all the balls burst over his body!
Cue-brown, breast-red, yolk-yellow
struck along the beak, to tap black;
chalk-cube-blue if his wings splay out.
Me Old Ducker, you had better
watch out where those are shot.