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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread

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Ms Duck:

and your dear spouse
the nasal chosen one
does it sound of thunder?
or kerbang of shotgun ?

it could be much worse
your nosy nocturnal fun
you could have loved moose
then snored boogers by ton


MOOSE BOOOGERS

Ms Duck:
"Strawberry salads, strawberry drink, strawberry in every mode I can think.
Strawberry dipped in chocolate dark, strawberry dipped in chocolate white.
Strawberry strawberry all day and night.  Strawberry treacle, such a delight." - Blaze

"Strawberry anime, is boys dressed in sailor skirt
Strawberry manga, shots of girls knickers
Strawberry panic, mercenary and teenie girl flirt
posted in reply, to make Blaze snicker" -the duck

Blaze:
Funny you should say that,
About my snoring spouse,
He could have been a moose,
Or he could have been a mouse.

He could have been a dachshund
A leopard or a shark. He could
have been a great ape an eland
or a grouse, but fate would

Chose for me a mate
who went by the name Bear
Long before we had a date,
Due to his ample body hair.

The Bear, they'd call him
The Bear will play ball
On the shirtless skin
Team, so they'd call.

He doesn't need much
Clothing to keep him warm
you see, and in a clutch
he barely exhibits any charm.

I guess I am his Honey.
As every bear is wont
To have if he's the money
Or the bees will taunt

Him to their combs
and sting him on the nose.
So being my bears honey
Eases all his woes.

Ms Duck:


I looked for a reply
and geus what duck saw?
a warm snuggly blaze
to make me say "awwwww"

Blaze:
I really am quite saccharine.
I really am you know.
The sort of sickly happiness
In which the mold can grow.

I am warm and fuzzy,
Like a heman's unshaved pits.
And I have a sort of patience
Which sits and sits and sits.

Most find it nauseating.
Although I don't impose
The warm and fuzzy feeling
It just seems it always grows.

I wish I could be snarky
I wish I could be dark
I wish I could stay angry
Or bite more than I bark.

But Blaze just isn't that way
She'd rather just play nice
Especially in Wee hours
When our eyes feel full of rice.

So hugs for you, Ducky
and hugs for all the rest
I feel so darn lucky
Cause you're the very best.

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