Five

Three in the front.
Two at the back.
Always passing back,
never returned forward.
Stuck there,
where the buck ends.
Make space, you bum!

Pucks two in time

This is a tale of pucks, pucks two in time.
Evil and Sinister, were their last and middle names.
Vroodlepuck and Ugeepuck, lived by the lakeside.
Oh! they loved the lake, or was it really the sea.
For all we can see, not rhyming with a lake.
Tumbling a tiny mumble, swooning to one song.
Stuff of the stuffed toys, all hidden in the hind.
The soft arse of Ugee, as said by the English.
Vulgar sounding prick-sters, picked on all the douches.
Then they smiled and they went, without even a twitch.
In thought and in feet, laziness abound thus.
The two scoundrels leaped, but they be only in dreams.
Hogging and ogling always, distressing cute damsels away.
Vroodle that lanky jackass, evil grinning he overdone.
Jesters at common deeds, even so in so rarities.
They watched the sun rise, and watched it set too.
Yet they would sit on, idle over doing doodle do.
They both wait and stare, all blurred in a period.
When the birds did return, count they did till dark.
Dragging their limp along, there they went around.
Pucks they were we said, but they had done no evil.
Pucks parked by the lake, lost in keeping to their name.
Yeah they were happy and gay, snuggling and sleeping.
Ugee wanted to remember, Vroodle diseased to forget.
They lived on and loved on, all by that same lakeside.
Or was it actually the seaside, that the two really loved?

PS: Does it have to be mentioned that I love to blabber?