Marg Swan was very dim
Considering her name
What an irony she couldn’t swim.
Marg Swan ate chocolate chips
She grew to be quite round
Sat a table on her hips.
Marge Swan hated the sea
All that water just wasn’t right
Paddled only to her knee.
Marg Swan married Randy Duck
A marriage made in heaven
They loved to ride in a truck.
Marg produced many little Ducks
Randy the proud father, chest puffed out
His virility well and truly stuck.
Marg Swan grew old and died
Buried her on the side of the hill
Family gathered and wondering, cried.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2017/01/12/thursday-photo-prompt-swan-writephoto/
Morpethroad 
I wonder did she meet Simon 😊
What a unique swan she was! I really enjoyed this and liked the rhythm of your poetry and rhyming scheme. Beautifully written, Michael.
Very different from what I expected, Michael. The swan seems to have struck a lighter note with many writers this week 🙂
Maybe its the heat down here addling my brain. Just where my imagination went today…
Heat? Where??? It’s below freezing here tonight 🙂
It’s about 40C today…..
Too much for me, that!
Inter-species marriage. Oh my… I’m so glad they had so many happy years together 🙂
This is a warm lovely poem
What a fun rhyme. Marg Swan led a life well lived.
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Lovely and light! Just the thing to start the week.
Thank you Robbie, glad to add to your week.
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OMG this is funny. I love this take on the picture. Well done!!
Thanks so much Pamela and thanks for the follow…