The Duck Poem

In a little but not quite bad time

I had with me only one dear friend

A friend who kept me out of crime

But that was only back then

Waddle waddle did it go

It Brought joy and drugs into my life

And So i named it Joe

How I regret I didn’t make that duck my wife

And life would go by, just the two of us

I would stick my hand in its feathers and feel the fuzz

Beg would I “Oh fair duck just stop giving me the cuss”

But I can’t blame thine duck which was my cuz

Until one day when we were walking, out came a speeding truck

Goodbye fair duck

Moral: Don’t walk with your duck on a road when a truck is speeding by