Uncle Hanky P Hunk

I once knew a crazy old man Uncle Hanky P. Hunk. He had the dirtiest house, the drabbest bunk. I think that he was often kind of drunk. His bedding was full of icky sticky gunk. Once in wandered a tiny black and white skunk. He fell on the floor with a loud heavy thunk. Did that even wake Uncle Hanky Hunk? No. He was asleep next to his traveling trunk. Did you hear that thud? It was a giant clunk I said to my sister, who was in a moody funk. I did not, she said. But look at this awesome junk! A treasure trove unless you find a scared little skunk