Lucky Duck

Two men in a truck
after stealing a duck
for their Sunday potluck,
ran into some luck,
not so good. (It was f**ked.)

This really does suck
said the men in the truck.
In the muck, we are stuck.
And we’ve only this duck
to pluck. Oh, yuk yuk.

F**ked luck, clucked the duck.
In the muck, you are stuck.
If a deal is soon struck,
then your luck, which is f**ked
might change, and not suck.

If you promise to pluck
some other fat duck
for your Sunday potluck,
and leave me to run amok in the muck,
from this muck,
said the duck,
I will get you unstuck.
And your luck,
it won’t suck.
This I promise, as a duck.

So the deal was struck.
And the men chucked the duck
from the truck into the muck.
And the unplucked duck
changed their luck to unf**ked,
And the truck, from the muck,
came unstuck, yk yk yk.

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A Cautionary Tale

When brother Mitch
was really rich,
he threw a witch
into a ditch.

It was a bet
he made to get
his best-friend Brett’s
new Red corvette.

Without a hitch
He pitched the witch
But here’s the switch:
There was a glitch.

From in the ditch,
the witch did twitch
and wiggle her nose
at brother Mitch.

He started to sweat
and was soon beset
with urges to pet
Brett’s pistolette.

I’ve got an itch,
said brother Mitch.
Just let me kiss you,
and be your b**ch!

Okay, said Brett.
I’ll be your honey.
But I’m keeping the Vette
and taking your money.


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What a creeple

He hated Iraq
So he bade us, attack!
But he lied to the people,
so in shit, he is deeple.

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