Look at this duck.
I am looking at this duck. It makes me want to write one of my famous duck poems.
Oh little duck, with tiny black feet
You make the smile on my face complete
If you were mine I would hug you to death
I’d squeeze you hard till you lost your breath
Then my mom would say this is why I can’t have pets
And then I’d be like, “But Mommm!’
And she’d be like, “You have to bury this one. I’m not doing it again.”
Umm…sorry about that. That poem just got real.
I love you fuzzy little duck.
