A rhyming quadrille
Luke Glueck was the Duke of the uke; he’d get drunk and twang like a kook. His drinking and juking drew rebuke, cuz every damn’d night he would puke and collapse on the floor, his brain nuked. It’s no wonder Luke always got rooked!
A d’Verse prompt
The above free verse poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #131.
The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “juke” in a quadrille.