Friday, December 16, 2011

French Hens?

I know what you're gettin' me -
I heard!
No grill or ammo -
But birds!
It's absurd.
Don't have the words.
I'd even settle
For a fake rubber turd.
French hens?
Why not American?
Or even Canadian?
An eagle or hawk
Or falcon, a peregrine.
A gas card for my truck maybe.
It takes 100 gallons
To get down the street.
Some camo sheets,
Some skeet,
Boots for my feet.
Bug spray with DEET.
Green paint for my skin.
Razor for my chin.
But why the heck
Would you buy me French hens?

Guess I could shoot 'em.