There’s something about ducks I can’t quite trust.
Just look at their beaks and little shaky butts.

If I see one swim, yeah I might grin,
but the way they reproduce is really rather grim.

The girl duck chills out, minding her own biz’,
While the blokes gang up and plough her with jizz.

Now call me an old romantic,
but the way I treat a girl
is with a slice of aromatic.

© Carl Burkitt 2012