Quack.

I was walking home from Dunkin,
An iced coffee in my hand,
When a red sports car pulled up to me,
And the driver was one ugly man.

He rolled down the tinted window,
Gave me a quick wink,
He checked me out,
I didn't know what to think.

That's when he said "hey baby,
Hop in and we'll have some fun,"
Now think of what I could've said,
And what I could've done.

Since I didn't know him,
I decided to be nice,
I couldn't think of what to say,
So I took my own advice.

I looked at him quite strangely,
Then opened my mouth to speak,
But instead of words I quacked at him,
He must have thought I was some freak.

He rolled up his tinted window,
And drove away so fast,
I stood on the road just laughing,
As he left me in the past.

I can imagine what he was thinking,
It was probably "what the f...?"
He must have thought I was retarded,
But I thought I was a duck.