Duck's Theme
Alabaster orbs, translucent white;
Images of a cresent moon invade my view.
Stardust speckled (mystifies)
hovering before me.
Numb, I struggle to shield my eyes
from their unabashed display.
Determinedly taunting, they seek a hands carass...
inviting contact.
Witness of their granting embeds upon my psyche
forever scarring my naivete.
Alabaster orbs;
vain in their sustaining flesh.
Dare I assume them succulent?
Nah....
They're just Duck's butt cheeks...
Peeking out of his pants for a scratch.
(approx 1991)
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