But its better than being a duck,

As if it were me I would then be by death stricken’ed,

For dealing with the duck has of me sickened…

Everyone loves him, me they treat like dirt,

With the girls he does all the time flirt,

When he was a boy he was discovered often up their skirt,

A real problem was he, he was thought to be a total pervert…

I herein do not lie,

Just telling you what I remember, that’s why,

He picks on me and makes me the brunt of his jokes,

This story is true not made up nor is it a hoax…J

© ed ~ 9/16/06