I've decided that I'm going to write all further posts on this blog in verse. So there will now be a small pause (of some years, probably) in which I learn how to write poetry.
(Also it's damn chilly and wet in the sodden, autumnal West Midlands and lying under a dripping hedge at dusk with an iron-sights rifle seems about as attractive to me as ... something very unattractive.)
Meanwhile, I send my most hearty congratulations to Holly on the occasion of her first deer.
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ReplyDeleteIn verse!
That's something new.
Hubert's afield
With strong tea, and snuff
an air rifle he does wield
No bunny is safe
with a year of fieldcraft
He's like a wraith
SBW
<span>snuff said
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<span>sounds</span><span> like
he snuffed it
the the the
that's all folks
the hunter lies dead</span> :-D