The Duck Poems
A duck quacks at dawn
He's walking on the lawn
He trips over a log
Like an ostrich in the fog
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At dawn a duck says "Quack"
It wakes up Mr. Mack
He grabs a hockey puck
And throws it at the duck
It kills the duck of course
A Germ Rock feels remorse
Ashamed of his mad violence
He observes a moment of silence
He buries the duck under sod
And says a prayer to God
Then he goes back to bed
Ashamed, with downcast head
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Adipose
Rippling, sultry globules
Float at the surface;
Slither darkly through the fathomless tunnel.
The acidic, tumultuous cavern
Writhes in Hellish heat
As the Daemon Enzymes
Embrace the voluptuous, velvety droplets.
Silken secretions seduce the corpulent spheres
Yet they flee, cast off the putrid Belial
With flagrant flatulence.
The fleshy lipids envelop the morphological entities that perform various functions necessary to carry out life processes;
The organs tremble with deathly pallor.
Squishily the suffocating cellulite surrounds the pulsating orb,
Clogging the Roman Roads of the Red Revolution.
MURDER MOST FOUL!!!
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Another Duck Poem
A duck quacks at dawn
Heralding the arrival of the Judgment Day
A duck quacks at dawn
Calling the troops to order
A lone "quack" from the marshes
Signalling the beginning of the Revolution
The Quack heard 'round the world
Inciting the ducks to riot, from every corner of the earth
Ducks of England with bowties and hats
Ducks of Scotland wearing kilts
Ducks of Japan with Samauri Swords
Ducks of Brazil with poison-tipped spears
(The ducks of America are all too busy watching "Melrose Place")
They form themselves into a single conglomerate mass
And launch their attack on the humans
And they are all
Shot
D
O
W
N
By Mr. Bair with his BB gun.
A duck quacks at nightfall
The last of a dying breed
But there is still Hope:
The next morning -
A DUCK QUACKS AT DAWN
