An ode to the deer season of 2006
I have been skunked inside and out
I have been skunked and it made me shout
I have been skunked upon a hill
the skunk, I think, is out there still
I have been skunked beside my car
I hadn’t gotten very far
the deer was standing in a road
and it got flattened like a toad
before I had a chance to fire
he met his end beneath a tire
I wish I had a deer to eat
they’re packed with loads of tasty meat
I’ve cleaned my rifle and put it away
I’ll shoot again another day
I have another chance, but then,
I’ll probably get skunked again.

this deer hunting can make you a poet or completely crazy. A little humor helps relieve the pain.