August 3: His life as a duck it does suck ...

On a lake far out west lived a duck

And in the water his beak it got stuck

He quacked out for help

But got tangled in kelp

And drowned a sad death in the muck

I bet you’re impressed by that rhyme

I didn’t say fuck, not one time

Though it rhymed well with duck

I thought to use it might suck

And my mother might think it a crime

But our cluck he was ducked from the start

When his beak, it fell clear apart

So long immersed in the water

I think that he oughta

Have prayed to turn into a shark

But although his demise it did suck

He was after all a mere duck

Not a Donald or Daisy

And that drove him crazy

When his girlfriend, a chicken, did cluck

But the moral of the story is clear

If you’re a duck with a beak, please stay clear

Of water and mud and of kelp

Cause you won’t get no help

For as a duck, all your luck will just suck