A short exercise in prose poetry that I wrote a while back. Pay no attention to how stupid the subject matter is.
Jesus fuck Chuck, you cucked the duck! Never did I think you were such a schmuck to press your luck and run amuck away from the ruck. Instead, the trend you have bucked and the hen’s feathers you did pluck. In alarm, she clucked as you struck our good name with the luck to be stuck in the guck and the muck. Just when I thought you were in bed safely tucked, you stole my truck and away you snuck to fuck the duck and the drake you did cuck. Truly, Chuck, you suck. I should shuck your brains with a hockey puck.
Yuck! This is almost as bad as your luck with the woodchuck.