Grapes Between Holes

Stroking chair legs (as I usually do)
I stumbled upon a Russian flu
I sold it for 80 tunnels of dust
that eventually grew up in to puddles of rust.

The problem was I forgot to breathe
so curvey corners were hard to believe
I grabbed the duck and began to sway
demanding grapes between holes for hefty sprays.

"Of course! Of course" exclaimed the duck
but within 3 seconds he was smothered in muck
which had emitted from future strangles
and naughty hurt misses without green ankles

The duck is now dead, bless it's soul
but most of all let us bless the bowl
for without our cornflakes we would be without
without our withouts to collect our worthouts.