He kicked the plastic bottle
around like a hockey puck
feeling like a little duck
He waddled through the unhinged door
looking for his lost apple core
All that was there was a crumpled note
with a drawing of a sailboat
Up on the shelf there was a sandwich
salami and pastrami
He was sweating from the hunger
He wiped his face
with his dirty ol' handkerchief
This ducks name was John O'keefe
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