Alphabet & Duck Soup

A dogfood fattened
White duck
Waddled into the Summer
I was a tall, skinny 11 or 12
With its interesting
Used-to-be owner boy
Who saw past my thick glasses
Visited occasionally
Checking on the duck
And me?

Duck went to Busha's soup
That sent us hunting
Her fields and woods
Quacking
To no avail
Crying
To no avail

Boy fell in the Alphabet soup
Of boys I sipped
And cried over their spilling
To no avail
On the splintered table
Of Life