The Deer

They were a-hunting
In the woods
A father and a son
I have heard that hunting
Is a whole lot of fun

Soon son shot a small deer
And tagged it with his label
Dad said, "Why son,
Ain't you ashamed-
For the robbin' of a cradle?"

Then Dad shot a big ole buck
Gray minglin' in its hair
Said son,
"I saw that buck a-sailin'
Down that hill
In his wheelchair!"

So they're still debatin'
Over whose was the best deer yet
An' I'm sittin' here chucklin'
While I'm eatin' it...

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-25 at 13:48

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Very good and thoughtful work, Helen.