by Catfish McDaris
Tony called & said get your
tomahawk & gunny sack, I
asked, what’s up, czarnina
I knew it was duck blood
soup, Tony said goose was
better, he said I’ll be the
look out & you chop one
Of those big sonofabitch’s
heads off, try to save all the
blood, I asked him how in
the hell do I do that
Use your belt & make a
tourniquet, I thought we’re
going to jail for damn sure.
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Great to run into you at the pub! Your fine poem reminds me of drowning sleeping ducks, back in the dark ages.
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