A Boar Hunting Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

Adrifted into a cannon they found a boar
lost on the bank of Grand River shore.
They tried to lull it into their boat
that caught a huge bear just before.

Many flies hovering over their heads
wondering. On the side of the ears
as their share of supper premeditated
there was no way that they would clear.

One took the rifle and fired in his cool
The boar ran in 60 miles per hour by foot
The wondering deer limped out as no fool
slipping into the sea shore next to the freeway.
A giant grizzly bear growled of the distaste
they were ditched and trentched in his dismay.
Only the fussing flies were never gone astray
feeding with their bear-friend, here to stay.