morbid morty

The Yellow Dread

Homicidal rubber duck floating in the bath,
Seeking out his victim, planning out his wrath.
Soulless eyes of hatred, squeak of hate and pain.
He goes for his attack now, forever shall he reign.
Slowly he floats towards him, his prey at age of nine.
His anger growing stronger, this is now his time!
He focuses his onslaught, he’ll stab him in the gut!
The boy just picks him up, though, squeezes water from his butt.
The boy unplugs the drain now, the water swirls away.
Foiled this time, rubber duck, but soon you’ll have your day.