A devoted reader has penned this beoodifooool and rhyming poem for Duck Friday ™ duckies.
ODE TO DUCK FRIDAY
I was just here the other day
And another duck has flown by.
One duck was a dude with hair like a punk,
This one is a squealer and a drunk.
Oh, ducks come and ducks go,
At a rate you don't want to know.
Was that a blink, or was that a week?
Who remembers what's gone down the sink.
So the question is raised in sincere prayer,
Are there many more ducks out there?
Is this the last one that has come on this Friday?
Or is it just us who have come here to die?