... "Dark, But Not Quite Dark Enough", a poem....
… ahhhh….
… dusk approacheth quietly
… the sounds of small arms fire peppers the calmed, darkening air….
… sucks to be a deer around here….
… yea, verily....
... from the comfortable cushions of the blogroom chair, my world is caressed by the sound of Bambi buying it...
... damn, I should probably try to get more of a flow started...... or bust a rhyme or something....
It really sucks to be a deer
Especially with Eric here
He's got a load of Manly Guns
And when he shoots, old Bambi runs
'Cause if he doesn't, like as not
He'll meet up with a cloud of shot
'Twill stop his heart and chill his breath
Yes, it will bring him unto Death
But though he will no longer feel
He'll be a Straight White Tasty Meal.
.. thank you, sir... I knew you wouldn't let me down...
Bullshitted by Eric on November 24, 2006 07:19 PMDang, Redneck Poetry. Let them Yankees try to top that!
Bullshitted by Junebugg on November 24, 2006 09:09 PMThere once was a guy who loved beer,
He'd drink it while out hunting deer,
More often than no, when he'd fire a shot,
The deer, they had nothing to fear.
no=not damn!
Bullshitted by Jim - PRS on November 25, 2006 12:49 PMHey Eric you don't know me but I was told that you would appreciate my zombie art that is up on my blog site. I've lurked here a few times but I don't think I ever left a comment. You might also like reading my sista Drags zombie blog, her link is with the zombie pic. I like your site here, and I must say this poetry is cracking me up.
Bullshitted by MrsJoseGoldbloom on November 25, 2006 05:50 PMOkay, that busted me up!
In case you haven't figured it out, I'm sort of getting caught up on SWG tonight. I've missed you, Man!
Eric, your's is funnier cause it doesn't rhyme and is awkward - but I bet you knew that, you little red-headed booger.