Hunting The Innocent
Just before the doorbell rang, my lids had fallen shut
And I was dreaming of my moose, who has a furry butt
So just imagine how bemused I was to see that beast
Standing in my doorway and looking for a feast
I knew, of course, his fondness for a bagel creamed with cheese
And I felt I had to cater to him after he said, "Please!"
Problem was, I'd polished off the cream cheese ere I slept
When he learned he'd get no snack he stamped his foot and wept
Condiments, oh condiments - now, which might please that beast?
As I rifled through my fridge his petulance increased
But then I found some peanut butter--hardened, I'll admit
Glad I've got a microwave to soften it a bit
I toasted up a bagel and spread the peanut butter
But Moosie, much to my dismay, was starting to mutter
It seems that peanut butter cleaves fast to that moose's jaw
And so it might with any beast that flouts the natural law
My feelings had been hurt, so I reached for my big rifle
And loaded it with peppercorns - I'll teach the brute to trifle
On seeing that, he spun around and ran, as if in rut
Then I awoke from dreaming of my moose with the furry butt
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, F, Karin, Beefy, loaf, Big Andy, smrtypnts. |
Poem finished: | 21st November 2003 by Anon.. |