I wrote this a couple years ago for fun. Enjoy.


The Deer Hunters Christmas Poem.

Rudolph won’t lead Santa’s sleigh this year
And here’s the reason,
“A bright red nose is sure a #$!*@%^&.”
Were his last words this deer season.

I saw the light from that bright nose
So with my Remington,
a perfect 200 yard shot I sent.
Deer jerky anyone?

The kids and Santa hate me now
They want to shoot me to the moon in a rocket
But that’s one ride I’d gladly take,
Rudolph scored 290 Boone and Crocket.


Edited by - John3200 on 12/13/2002 14:29:35