No Hunting Thursday - Poetry Day

I had to work late today as it was our global day of service.  Thus, I returned late and hauled the doe up to Simpson's in Young America for processing instead of hunting.  It will be ready tomorrow afternoon and I shall pick up after work.

So instead of any hunting stories, I thought I would share with you a limerick that a fellow blog reader has supplied after reading these posts.  He did not say "Don't" but did also not bless this publishing.  So here it is, without permission and left anonymous....I'm pretty sure it's not trademarked or copy writed....enjoy
Craig

Now Seager, with daughter and son

Decided to go have some fun;

All dressed up in camo

With lots of fresh ammo

They each chose their favorite gun.

 

Alex had asked to go too,

For him this was all something new;

Quite lacking in skill

He could not land a kill

‘Cos his shots were all going askew.

 

They thought Re-Phil and Davey were there;

From their text they should’ve been quite near.

Sure, they were both together

But in that kind of weather

They were sitting at home drinking beer!

[Editor:  Those bastards!]

 

So quietly they searched for their prey

But nothing was coming their way.

Kathy said, “You disgrace,

With that paint on your face

Dad, you’re scaring the deer away!”

Pretty perceptive for someone who was not even there, you think?

I do, and I give it a hearty, Well Done!

I especially like that Re-Phil and Davey bit.