My Backpack from Daddy

There were once four brown duck(s),

that would all just always go "quack".

While they would usually cluck,

their mother was actually black!

 

That mom had other colors on her head,

which were actually white and pink.

Her babies, she would've then led,

because she'd know how to think!

 

Those ducklings hated being brown,

and so would be sad everyday.

They had just always look down,

and would never ever feel gay!

 

That had their black mom teach them,

to understand how colors weren't important.

They had never ever then feel dumb,

since hue on fur they'd never forgotten.

Author's Note

There were once four brown duck(s),
that would all just always go "quack".
While they would usually cluck,
their mother was actually black!

That mom had other colors on her head,
which were actually white and pink.
Her babies, she would've then led,
because she'd know how to think!

Those ducklings hated being brown,
and so would be sad everyday.
They had just always look down,
and would never ever feel gay!

That had their black mom teach them,
to understand how colors weren't important.
They had never ever then feel dumb,
since hue on fur they'd never forgotten.
As most of my other poems, this one's ABAB with 100 words. (I took the liberty to Photoshop a black border around a picture as well.)