@Metal, it's good, but it would be helpful to have a name, too xD
This poem isn't really a poem debatedly, but... lol.
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I once had a good percentage of cash, a huge number. I quoted: I am very rich, but I wont share. Then the man quoted: You are a [censored] idiot. Then I said: Right back at you.
I 1ce had a good % of $, a huge #. I "": I am very $, but I wont share. Then the man "": You are a !*!*!*! idiot. Then I "": Right back @ you.
Lol. I know, I'm running out of ideas.
This poem is about a knick-knack I have of a metal duck bolted to a paperclip. His name is the Do-Decolicious. This story in the poem is obviously made up.
Do-Decolicious
There was once a duck who lived in a storage room,
Right behind a stock of brooms.
He was much more colorful than the other ducks,
But when the others told him, he said, "Aw, shucks."
He went on a shelf one day,
And one day for him someone came to pay.
They gave him to their granchild after they passed,
And the Do-Decolicicious knew, he was home at long last.