Bath Salts

[The Four-Eyed Cat]

I had just drawn a bubble bath
when my pen was stolen                                    Great start
by a cocksure mallard.

He fled to a pond
with my tool in his beak,
and a quack threw some crumbs                                     Would cut 'and' from both sentences. in order to preserve flow, you could for instance change
and he opened his cheek.                                                the fourth sentence into 'while opening...'

I stripped to my briefs and leapt in the muck,
hoping to leave with my tool
and the duck.                                                                  A bit goofy, but absurdity is the theme of this poem after all

He flew off again,
and I groped for my pen,                                                Groped doesn't seem a good choice, making me picture the protagonist being quite intimate with                                                                                          the pen
but all I could feel
was fish guck.                                                               

I straggled back home
and drew up a bath,
while planning a meal
of duck confit hash.                                                       Love the quirkiness of the final sentence. 

Interesting and refreshing read, thanks for sharing!