Let me make this point first clear,

I love to play and roll around in muck,

Now that that point has been made,

Lets move on and try to write poetry,

That doesn’t in anyway suck…

Fat chance it does not suck,

Out of my sack of poems let me pluck,

Just one that is not funny, they are all in there stuck,

Oh well, what the hell, what the f***…

Home from work, the whole weekend out of my truck,

Gonna take a shower with my cute little rubber duck,

Another day another piddling buck,

You have just read a poem by the biggest you will ever meet, schmuck…J

© ed ~ 10/13/06