(Poem) Duck Dust


Duck Dust

 

Duck Dust, naw, still to early for me to tell

Maybe from the smoke of my 12 gauge shell

Just might be nothing but the early morning fog

What kind a trail would a Duck and my M-203 make

If I ever missed then I guess that we would see

 

When I touch something with my 60 or M-203

Remember what makes the food worth the wait

Like catching a Mortar with little Bunny teeth

At least there is now no Duck to have to pluck

One must learn that Duck Dust is not at all filling

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