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.

© badpoet