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

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Ms Duck:


out in space
was crewman Fred
jolly and gay
the life he led.

"this is illogical"
Mr Spock dryly said
"He cant be happy
His shirt is quite red"

so they beamed him
down to an alien club med
but he was gaurding mccoy
so now our Fred is bled dead.

Blaze:
Leonard said, "Dead, Jim,
"dead, is Crewman Fred.
"You know it's him.
You know he's dead.
Send some gold shirt down instead."

The ghost of Fred
Flew up and said,
"I'm dead Kirk,
you super-jerk,
because my shirt was red."

Kirk was sad.
He felt quite bad,
until Spock-o spake:
"If death was caused
by shirts of red
Mr. Scott would be quite dead."

Then Uhuru stood,
Her legs looked good
from beneath her mini.
"Scotty has died,"
She said and sighed.

"Ye canae keep me dune,
Ay'm nae buffoon,"
The engineer up-piped.
"Ay'll ne'r die lake same
aither guy
Because Ay'm tae well liked."

One Duck:
All that doth flow we cannot liquid name
Or else would fire and water be the same;
But that is liquid which is moist and wet
Fire that property can never get.
Then 'tis not cold that doth the fire put out
But 'tis the wet that makes it die, no doubt.

Blaze:
Is it the nature or the zen?
What douses fire best?
Absence of oxygen.

One Duck:
Brava! That was good Blaze!

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