Horrible poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 11:55 pm
Twas the night before the first match
and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring
except my wife's snoring.
The ammo was loaded by the Co-ax with care
with hopes that my eyesight would not be imaired,
The noslers were snuggled all tight in their brass
but hoping the weather does not kick my ass.
Oh screw it, Bacon
and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring
except my wife's snoring.
The ammo was loaded by the Co-ax with care
with hopes that my eyesight would not be imaired,
The noslers were snuggled all tight in their brass
but hoping the weather does not kick my ass.
Oh screw it, Bacon