Jack and the Duck Feather
The huckster knew
how to beguile.
“You need this
charm to go the mile.
It brings the
owner brilliant luck!”
He held a
feather of a duck, and smiled a smile.
“If you have
problems you can’t fix,
Just wave the
feather at the mix.
But at this
price you need to act.
It’s worth a
lot and that’s a fact,” he plied his tricks.
So Jack who
bought the magic beans
And won the
lifestyle of his dreams,
He paid high
price for feather charm.
He was rich, it
would do no harm, or so it seems.
When Jack’s
wife learned what he had bought,
A drawn out speech was what he got.
He listened to
her monologue.
Then had to
sleep with his old dog, out on a cot.
He waved the
feather with a spiel,
But bad luck,
it did not repeal.
He apologized
to his wife,
Then went on
with his lucky life, despite the deal.
With a duck
feather he was stuck,
As sure as shoes in swampy muck.
He learned that
when the salesmen come,
That you win
some and you lose some, and such is luck.
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