You are, indeed, my favourite quack <br />and on occasion, when I lack <br />I write, you promptly answer back. <br />You never give me hell or flack <br />those times when I am somewhat slack. <br />Among the sheep WE may be black <br />and in their hatred they attack, <br />lamenting that we surely quack <br />like ducks who've suffered one big whack. <br />They do get lost in the haystack <br />while searching for a cure for plaque. <br />I have been called a razorback <br />and frequently a maniac, <br />I smell the sting of ammoniac. <br />Attempts to travel piggyback <br />with us into the cul-de-sac <br />their minds quite clearly single-track, <br />ad hominem, we are a pack. <br />A non-conformist is a quack <br />perhaps a coprophiliac. <br />A widely practised, clever tach <br />is the assertion: yak-yak-yak. <br />I asked my cousin Jumpin' Jack <br />who hurt his sacroiliac <br />(while drinking Gallic Armagnac) , <br />an active hypochondriac <br />and part-time egomaniac <br />he says 'I'll get my almanac'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twenty-eight-rhymes-for-quack/
