This poem was actually written from the PoV of someone living with Quacky. Oddly, I wrote it many many years before I ever dreamed up Liz.
LIFE WITH QUACKY.
Lots of toys, some old some new,
Are all over the place now, thanks to you.
Hoola hoops and rubber balls,
Scattered up and down the halls.
Novelty teeth and puppys that bite,
Are a few of the things I trip on at night.
The Time Top sits in the garage down stairs,
The stupid thing is in need of repairs.
The money's run out, the rent I can't pay,
And all you want to do is sit and play.
I think I'm going crazy, I think I'm insane,
Last night I found myself talking to Mr. Banana Brain.
You're very annoying and thats putting it mild,
Sometimes I think you're worse than a child.
Why don't you grow up and get a real job,
Instead of hanging with that Fearsome Five mob?
Stop blaming Wiffle Boy for all your mistakes,
Thats just some of the blows reality takes.
So pick up these toys, get them out of my way,
I hope you learned something here today.
Put down the comic so you don't lose your page,
Why oh why can't you just ACT YOUR AGE!?!