Doctor Duck
Doctor Duck could not cluck
Whenever he tried, he was out of luck
So he bought bread
Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain
He'd wake up covered in crumbs
Looking like one of the bums
His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread
Doctor duck sure was out of luck
He'd lost it all, every single buck
Doctor Duck was fired
He was always tired
So he worked at the grocery store
All the bread he could want, and more
Just stock the shelves with food
And He'd be good.
Copyright © Colt Okeefe | Year Posted 2025
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