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Farmer and his gun
A predatory weasel saw
a farmer with a gun
sitting by what then was left
of all his weasel pilfered hens
so ready to unload
a bullet now and then
to foul the weasel's head and limbs
and make the little carnivore undone.
"I'll scram from here
and 'flee the coop'",
the weasel said.
"Yes, given that my hunger for
a Coronel Sanders breast and leg
might bring my death to me,
my acts of poaching chickens from this man
no longer's any fun".
a farmer with a gun
sitting by what then was left
of all his weasel pilfered hens
so ready to unload
a bullet now and then
to foul the weasel's head and limbs
and make the little carnivore undone.
"I'll scram from here
and 'flee the coop'",
the weasel said.
"Yes, given that my hunger for
a Coronel Sanders breast and leg
might bring my death to me,
my acts of poaching chickens from this man
no longer's any fun".
Published 8th Apr 2020
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