FINE! You want more? Here's a poem I wrote:

Little Blue Duck

In the blue lake
sat a sad yellow duck
his friend hit his cake
into the deep black muck

so sad was this duck
that his feathers did turn blue
He asked, "Why must my birthday suck?"
this day, his friend would rue

He gathered up some courage
He gathered up some might
He gathered up his entourage
to challenge his so-called friend to a fight

The blue ducks eyes turned red
full of rage and bloodlust
he beat his friend dead
burned his body and blew away the dust

An important lesson was learned that day
by all the little ducks in the lake
the blue duck must have it his way
so you better let him have it, for safety's sake.