Too late for you
Is it too late for me?

Surrendered the deck
To a lunatic duck
A foul fowl
With homicidal intent
Showered in feathers
Wrapped in that tape
I hoped to survive
The next few days
A swamp chicken
With a serious tick
Took his turn in the wheelhouse
And knocked us off course
Driven mad by the calls
Of his cousin the loon
He spit out a rhyme
And glared in my eye
Off with his bufflehead
The Scoter proclaimed
My last I almost breathed
Only to be saved
By a wild eyed elder
Keep whistling past the grave
He whispered as I left
And pay no heed
To that fool and his ways
Just don't tell
And don't call the scaup
Fly free now
My bipedal friend
And with that I turned
Left and never pondered again