Poetry Thursday

 

Larry didn't know how it came to pass.

Was it a sentence, community service, or a curse for some long-forgotten trespass.

Larry didn't want to complain en masse.

But for some reason, he had to walk for eternity with a guy on his ass.

Larry went to the Willis pond

A place of which he fond

But he could now only go to the submerged tree trunk not beyond

Because the man on Larry was not a strong swimmer, if they went out too far, he would drowned

One day, a frustrated Larry asked the man what he'd done to get stuck up a duck's butt.

He explained he had owned a bait shop where he sold machine guns to hunters to massacre ducks for a healthy cut

When he died, knowing he had killed so many ducks his gate would be you know what.

He cut a deal to be supportive of ducks and one duck’s butt 

Larry and the mannwent to a bar to drink Fosters 

and to ponder.

 Who possibly could such a thing conjure? 

When Larry realized it could only have been a decision made by Judge foley monster 

They found Foley going through her briefs while lying on the grass.

They said that they weren't here to harass, but they’d like to know why she ordered the poor guy to spend eternity with his head up a duck's ass.

Folet said the punishment. wasn't just established for laughs. 

But to also punish Larry who, when angered that he was shot at by the man the duck flew up his butt causing the hunter's heart to crash.

Taking into account their arrival at the bridge Foley decreed that they spend eternity together. It was only right. 

But if they did well, maybe a compromise could end their plight.

 Then Foley gathered her briefs and walked in the door. Before dipping out of sight,

 She gave a knowing wink to the first readers of this blog, whose first words were written by Foley 17 years ago. Then she wished everyone a good night.