First Deer Poem
The air was crisp
The leaves crunchy
The heater was warm
It was making me drowsy
Then along came the big buck
Who we called Big Moe
Then up came the gun that was shouldered and ready
The gun goes bang
When the smoke clears
There lies Big Moe
Still moving
Bang goes the gun again
The deer is dead
The air was crisp
The leaves crunchy
The heater was warm
It was making me drowsy
Then along came the big buck
Who we called Big Moe
Then up came the gun that was shouldered and ready
The gun goes bang
When the smoke clears
There lies Big Moe
Still moving
Bang goes the gun again
The deer is dead