Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 With Quills in Bills

On golden pond, we three ducks do

A paddling 'bout in place and time,

And quack out to determine who

Is duckiest at making rhyme.

Water proof, we are feathered up

So that water does not long set

Thanks to being such feathered up.

And so we never stay too wet.

The current poem project is

A tribute to this rising sun.

For us ducks it's serious biz

That a proper poem be done.

The rising sun, we're quacking on it,

Collaborating on a sonnet.