08-11-2017, 08:31 AM
I had just drawn a bubble bath
when my pen was stolen
by a cocksure mallard.
He fled to a pond
with my tool in his beak,
and a quack threw some crumbs
and he opened his cheek.
I stripped to my briefs and leapt in the muck,
hoping to leave with my tool
and the duck.
He flew off again,
and I groped for my 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.
when my pen was stolen
by a cocksure mallard.
He fled to a pond
with my tool in his beak,
and a quack threw some crumbs
and he opened his cheek.
I stripped to my briefs and leapt in the muck,
hoping to leave with my tool
and the duck.
He flew off again,
and I groped for my 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.