Och! Deer, Don't Hide Away....

Och! dear, you just flung mud again

you old enough to know when you sling mud

your palms gets dirty too

And you do look a fool

what, with that little tool

its too small to dig proper

Why don't you find something worthwhile

to do and behave like an adult for once

rather than spend all today

thinking you can find a way

to manage a romp in the hay

with such a Small chopper

For a ten you'll walk sixty six miles and more

but we know you lack the frame and girth

and the necessary charm needed

not to mention the lack of puff

that leaves you spent and in a huff

resenting George's real whopper

Och! deer, what a fleeting visitor you make

It's in and then its out, thank you ma am

and another wait is two months long

feeling of a twig in a bucket

for me not worth the racket

I'll wait for the baton of the Arab Copper