The Duck

I saw a duck in my bath last night
I didn't know that it was there.
At first it gave me a terrible fright
- A triangle is not a square.

I asked it why it was here in my house
It answered, "This is a nice room."
I said, "That's not an answer, and you're not a mouse!"
The cow then jumped over the moon.

"Out of my house!" I cried, "Out of my life!"
Obligingly, it then refused.
So I cut its head off with quite a large knife
And it died, a little bemused.

One of the first poems I wrote, as far as I can remember. I was probably about 10. Er, and that's about all I can remember of it...