(Poem) My Old Kentucky Run


 

 

Early this morning in these old Kentucky hills

I did leave my cabin in search of a meal

Looking for a squirrel, rabbit, or pheasant my belly to fill

Three extra shells for my 20 gauge strapped to my side

I popped up over a hill and to my surprise

Eye ball to belly with a bear twice my size

 

 

Off and a running with nowhere to hide

Tooth pick legs a pumping, corn liquor belly swaying side to side

Huffing and puffing, I just can’t out run this four-legged fiend

Lord I know this prayer is quite a bit to late

But Lord please give me faster feet or a much bigger gun

With fangs in my backside, and no shine to kill the pain

Now sauteed and seasoned on this bad boys plate

Only hope now is that Heaven is the place I awake

 

 

 

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