The Duck

I had a duck
His name was Mack
He had webbed feet
He liked to quack
I watched him swimming round and round
And then I flushed the damn thing down

IATMOMPATF

Ode to my shoes

Nigh on four years hast thee and thou my faithful companion been
O'er lofty treacheries 'twixt smouldering ruin of mire
Through wooded glade upon wintry early morn unto night
Cobbled street and tarred pavement puddles of calamity
In my darkest hour and brightest joy hast thee held me nearest all the while
Drenched years and woeful casted smile wrenched weary of this world
On grandest tide and sandy broken shell
This quenched tryst evidence on my own dashboard
Oh sweet and sour misfortune of impermanence
How I yearn for a forever where the three of us could roam!
You're the best friends that I've ever had!
But you're wearing thin at the soles and definitely need new laces