Y It's Yuke
Y it’s Yuck
What a rotten filthy schmuck
The mother’s boyfriend Chuck
Hush don’t tell here’s a buck
Thieve a feel of a tiny buttock
Dine thee predator on innocent potluck
What’s tonight serving duck?
While his creepy hands run amuck
Little belly grumbles going to up-chuck
Night-night in we tuck
Trying to sleep in he snuck
Another feel he’s going to pluck
Oh HELP he really… sucks
Tears a falling a sitting-duck
Tender body splattered with guck
Why does he cause such havoc?
Childish mind to think dumb-stuck-Y it’s Yuck
Kanicki©2009
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