Hunting Poem !!
Its opening day here in the Northwoods,
And I'm sitting in the tree with all my hunting goods.
I range a tree and then a stump,
when I feel the urge to takea dump.
The urge is fierce and i cannot hold,
so i climb on down without my bow.
I lean my back against a tree,
when the devil comes out and then thepee.
I thinkabout the night before,
I shouldn't have had those 3 shots, or was it 4.
I'm nearly done, about to set sail,
when inthe distance is a Monster Whitetail.
I quickly put my clothes back on,
when OUCH, i zipped my tiny dong.
The pains horrific, but i get through it,
and climb my tree in hopes to shoot it.
The buck walks in and inches closer,
and there's a doe, he tries to Hose her.
She runs off and he follows,
over the ridge to the next hollow.
As i watch, my heart sinks,
when I realize something stinks.
I look around and, AHH, Alas,
I forgot to wipe my frickin a$$.
Mathewsboy