Props to Superjfly for saving this poem. I wrote this a while ago after an unsuccessful deer hunting afternoon. It's one of my favorite poems of my own (without being a self-lover, man). Without further ado: (Untitled)
"four hours I bided my time while silent as a mime day turning to dusk as my corn i began to husk i heard a scream i almost did cream or was it a sneeze while thinking of BELIZE? i turned to my left there it stood with four hooves cleft i moved with deft drew a bead while it decreed it would not be shot by someone sniffling snot so it turned and it left without a goodbye...*SOB*"
