Rubber duckies are condoms
for the well endowed
and, for the not-
so donkey-formed, there are
bugs crawling on my
foetus, covered in chocolate
[Hey-I can do non-sequiturs as good as anyone]
flavored edible panties. When
this nightmare ended, I
woke up shaking and
laying in a puddle
of Hershey’s chocolate syrup
dotted with tiny raspberry-flavored
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
clones, all shouting "Death
to Infidel Yukon Cornelius!"
But, entering stage left,
the reanimated corpse of
the extremely angry Bumble
Thumpledorm, who never used
condoms, until his mistress