BGunn
01-15-2002, 09:29 AM
ALMOST
By BGunn
Driving down a road this morn', a highway thru our town,
it was, just after 6 am, ice fishing I was bound.
Headed south to Silver Lake, my favorite stomping ground,
to catch some fish, with my friend Ken, and laugh, and fool around.
When up ahead, right in my lane, I could clearly see,
a deer was standing in the road, a sight not strange to me.
Well I slowed down to let it pass, as it was walking slow,
it wasn't close, we would not hit, that part was good, you know.
As I slowed down, about to stop, I saw on my right side,
another deer, that seen my truck, and seemed to want to hide.
Then suddenly it changed its mind, it had to try his luck,
5 mph was fine for him, that dumb son of a buck.
He gathered all the speed he could, he strained and pushed so hard.
And swiftly he was catching up, he caught me off my guard.
He ran along the roadside ditch, lengthening his stride,
I looked at him, he looked at me, his eyes said "Suicide!"
Now would you think, with all this time, eighty years I'd guess,
Of hitting deer along our roads, and making all that mess.
With all the hair, and teeth, and eyes, and hoods and glass and such,
and all the deer with broken necks, and some that need a crutch.
That litters all our ways to spots, from Mexico to Maine.
That just end up a pile of guts, at ends of redden stain.
You'd think that all the genes they had, in that shallow pool,
that make them run in front of cars, and act like such a fool.
Would be by now a memory, a thing we'd hear from past.
But no, I can attest to this, that gene will ever last.
At least I'm very glad to say, his timing needs some work,
He didn't hit my truck in front, that headlight-busting jerk.
He missed my hood, but hit my side, and maybe scuffed some paint,
but when I heard that awful thud, I thought that I would faint.
He didn't mess up my new truck, although he surely tried,
and soon he'll know that on that road, t'was better if he died.
For in my barn next to my truck, sits an older Ford,
and when I rev that engine up he's going to meet his Lord.
It runs a little slower, it's in his timing class,
and when I see him in my lights, I'll flatten his dumb......
By BGunn
Driving down a road this morn', a highway thru our town,
it was, just after 6 am, ice fishing I was bound.
Headed south to Silver Lake, my favorite stomping ground,
to catch some fish, with my friend Ken, and laugh, and fool around.
When up ahead, right in my lane, I could clearly see,
a deer was standing in the road, a sight not strange to me.
Well I slowed down to let it pass, as it was walking slow,
it wasn't close, we would not hit, that part was good, you know.
As I slowed down, about to stop, I saw on my right side,
another deer, that seen my truck, and seemed to want to hide.
Then suddenly it changed its mind, it had to try his luck,
5 mph was fine for him, that dumb son of a buck.
He gathered all the speed he could, he strained and pushed so hard.
And swiftly he was catching up, he caught me off my guard.
He ran along the roadside ditch, lengthening his stride,
I looked at him, he looked at me, his eyes said "Suicide!"
Now would you think, with all this time, eighty years I'd guess,
Of hitting deer along our roads, and making all that mess.
With all the hair, and teeth, and eyes, and hoods and glass and such,
and all the deer with broken necks, and some that need a crutch.
That litters all our ways to spots, from Mexico to Maine.
That just end up a pile of guts, at ends of redden stain.
You'd think that all the genes they had, in that shallow pool,
that make them run in front of cars, and act like such a fool.
Would be by now a memory, a thing we'd hear from past.
But no, I can attest to this, that gene will ever last.
At least I'm very glad to say, his timing needs some work,
He didn't hit my truck in front, that headlight-busting jerk.
He missed my hood, but hit my side, and maybe scuffed some paint,
but when I heard that awful thud, I thought that I would faint.
He didn't mess up my new truck, although he surely tried,
and soon he'll know that on that road, t'was better if he died.
For in my barn next to my truck, sits an older Ford,
and when I rev that engine up he's going to meet his Lord.
It runs a little slower, it's in his timing class,
and when I see him in my lights, I'll flatten his dumb......