Hunt The Deer Poem by David Darbyshire

Hunt The Deer

Rating: 5.0


Hunting season is here,
guns and rifles cleaned.
Stocked up with gear,
on his quad he leaned.

Lots of bullets,
hunt the deer.
No much of a challenge,
could use a spear.

Eight guys all with beer's,
one holding the camera.
Everyone smiling ' Cheers',
in front of the dead 'deer'.

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