Target Practice Poem by Phil Soar

Target Practice



He practiced shooting targets, and was aiming at the bull
He checked the gun was loaded and the magazine was full
He tried to fix his eyesight as he squeezed the trigger slow
So how he shot her in the head, I guess we'll never know!

Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,silly
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