Double Your Pleasure

Call it misfortune, call it good luck

The day I inherited my two-headed duck

A gifted bird with personality plus

She could speak, she could sing, and occasionally cuss

I named her Sara and Clara because I had heard

Two names were required for a double-billed bird

Sara and Clara often talked to each other

They would whistle and yodel and occasionally stutter

They argued on occasion and was prone to fuss

Over dresses, shoes, the usual stuff

Their delicate hats were of personal taste

Selected most carefully, never in haste

Musical talents ran in opposite directions

It was difficult to agree on harmonius selections

Sara liked western, Clara sang rock

Singing together put their body in shock

Swimming came natural, though motion was slow

They could never decide what direction to go

The eggs that they laid were carefully selected

By instinct, of course, and were doubly protected

The ducklings, when hatched, lined up with their mother

Half on one side and half on the other

They chose up sides when they learned to skate

Clara's team had much more speed at the gate

Sara's team was born to rumble

Their aggressive play was far from humble

At the end of the season Clara's team had the luck

They wre soon to be known as the "Mighty Ducks"

But Sara's family had their own share of fame

Perhaps you know them as the "Toronto Flames"

During the season mothers could never agree

What team to visit, what game to see

So they purchased a hot tub and a big screen set

Watch the games on TV and enjoyed getting wet

The restrict their diets and do calories count

Ever mindful, two bills eat twice the amount