My Life Is Based On Ducks

My life is based on Duck Principles. I’m a procrastinator which is just like ducking. I like to maintain a cool, unruffled exterior, with all my feathers neatly in place. Sometimes, however, through no fault of my own, I get into a flap. I’m curious, which means I’m furiously paddling underneath to keep up. I like to see what’s going on so I’m generally found at the back of any line. I enjoy writing which is basically stringing words and thoughts into a line which seems to me, on reflection, based on duck genes. I don’t talk much because I can sense things. Once again, I seem to have a navigational system that is genetically duck based as I seem to eventually "get" somewhere anyway. I have a built in grasp of the principle of investments because I don’t put all my eggs in one basket. I think financial people call it diversification. I waddle when I walk. That way I present a moving target both laterally and vertically so I’m harder to hit or even figure out because no one knows what is coming next including me. I tuck my face into my armpit like a duck and fall asleep. My answer to everything in life is a simple, yet demonstrative "quack, quack". I’m always dipping into the water to see if something is headed my way. I never look behind because what is past is past. To me, it is logical that if God had wanted me to look behind, I’d have eyes in the back of my head. Now if I could only find my galoshes I’d go out and get into the hot tub.