Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

    i thought that ducks feed on old bread
    dumped my loafs in the lakes, algae spread
    now the stink attracts flies
    and the little fish die
    but the frogs and the ducks are still fed.
   
    The frogs and their flies,
    And the ducks and their fish.
    Since our words enact all,
    Guess we've made us a dish.