The (appropriately-proportioned) Ballad of Chimichurri

September 19th, 2018

O mottled beak and pink, webbed feet
that wobble with my boots,
No earthly dangers could defeat
the fierceness of his poops.

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And though his down be tinged with gold
don't brand him yellow-belly.
This duckling's jumped an inch, all told
to get into the jelly.

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A mountain-duck by birth, he deigned
to live amongst the valley
and eat entireties of worms, and
all crumbs he can rally.

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And I ken it's through these very feats
that Thursday's 56g
when added to his tonne of treats
is Monday's 71.3

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His awesome mass is multiplied
by awesome wealth; it's testified
he vanquished all the pond's paltroons
and sleeps now 'top his won dubloons.

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Yea, the price of valor's a lofty nap,
quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

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Also, aside from inspiring Vogon poetry, baby ducks also make excellent pets for people attempting to adjust their daily schedules earlier.

5 Responses to “The (appropriately-proportioned) Ballad of Chimichurri”

  1. Mocky says:

    That's pretty cute

  2. Nice words.

    Ghosts of Gilbert and Sullivan, methinks.

  3. hanbot says:

    I'm still trying to get a good shot of him yawning (yes!).

  4. hanbot says:

    Well feather me flattered, Mr. Flutney! :D

  5. I can't believe you missed out on "ducats". Wut dubloons!

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