“I do” have a Wooden Heart
Disco Duck felt out of luck
As he bopped around the dance floor.
With those sparkly shoes who could have the blues?
But Disco Duck wanted more.
He wanted a mate who could relate
To his love of sparkly boots.
Pink, purple or gold out of the same mould
Sharing his dancing roots.
Bright copper wellies and smooth wooden bellies
Are things that made his heart sing.
Aqua and gold, a sight to behold,
With those looks he’d give her a ring.
He danced and he twirled round the dancefloor he whirled
With his head so full of dreams
Til’ a vision in pink made him blink and blink
Was everything as it seemed?
He needed a seat as his heart skipped a beat
At this pink vision of loveliness
He took a peak at her pale and sweet beak
And his brain became a mess.
She glanced and said “Hi” as she waddled on by
And his legs just turned to jelly.
They started to shake and his wings they did quake
What would she think to his wellies?
Shades of aqua and blue with a sparkly hue
They shone as he danced round the floor.
He did a big twirl, his mind was a whirl
And he went flying out of the door!
Sheepishly he returned, and how his heart burned,
As he spied her beautiful face.
He blushed as he passed her, went faster and faster
And fell in a heap of disgrace.
This was not going well, and he gave a yell
Of pain as he picked himself up.
She giggled with glee and asked who was he
And he replied: “I’m Disco Duck.”
“What a nice name”, she said as she stroked his head
Where he’d banged it on the floor.
“I’m Diva”, she stated, his face looked elated
When she asked him to dance some more.
They danced and held wings, how he wanted to sing
As round and round they went.
With excitement they tingled as their wellies mingled,
She must be heaven sent.
They danced for hours then he bought her flowers
So smitten was he by her features.
They shared some food in the happiest of moods,
She was the loveliest of creatures.
He just couldn’t tarry so asked her to marry
Him with his voice all of a tremble.
She quacked: “Yes, I will”, and she pecked at his bill
So they started a nest to assemble.
She wore a veil from her head to her tail
With their sparkly boots on show.
They quacked: “I do”, with a love so true
They were wed and their love did grow.
Was that the end of the matter? No, next was a patter
Of lots of little wellies.
Their love was the food that brought forth a brood
Of glitter boots and smooth Disco Ducky bellies.
Written by Penny Hare