That Stupid Duck
In a high school English class with crazy Mr. Whalen (who yelled at student that did not like Jane Eyre), we memorized the poem The Duck, by Ogden Nash. I still remember it -or at least I think that I do.
Behold the duck
It does not cluck
A cluck it lacks
It quacks
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond
When it dines or sups
It bottoms ups
The second stanza may not be correct. I remember having trouble with that bottoms ups part.
Why did we memorize this poem in high school? Why do I still remember it?
posted by magic, and with love from Sam, at 11:19 AM
7 Comments:
I can remember a lot of the St. Crispin's day speech from Henry the fifth for some odd reason too.
5/18/2006 1:08 PM
Aren't you supposed to be managing conference workers?
5/18/2006 4:35 PM
I still remember my Cheese poem from sophomore year Oratory...."I spent a week in the land of cheese..."
5/18/2006 10:09 PM
yes sam, you guessed it...i have no idea whats going on...
5/19/2006 1:06 PM
Out, Out, Brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour apon the stage and then is heard no more.It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Thats all I remember of a famous shakespeare play. Well, I guess its a little better then a poem about a duck.
5/19/2006 9:18 PM
I still remember a song about cats that I learned at Halloween in kindergarten...
"Halloween cat, Halloween cat, why do you mew and meow like that? Neither I nor the moon like that tune, so scat! Halloween cat."
I would be happy to sing this at any time. I remember thinking it was a cool song but I'm not sure I understood all of the words yet.
5/20/2006 11:04 PM
And Mr. Whalen's eyebrows were at least 3 inches long... which was just a tad shorter than his nostril hair...
5/22/2006 2:51 PM
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