Gerry
12-22-2007, 04:40 PM
The cut corn filed was polluted today by an unusual sight.
A string of Range Rovers and BMW 4 X4s stretched across the ridge
Each location chosen by a marksman's eye to stop friendly fire
Couldn't let the Walters pick their spots or some would be heaven bound
Their shelters built to shield them from the weather and the birds view
Every Walter with a Henrietta in tow to load his guns
The guns set with shot so wide not a barn door in the county was safe
Every pair looking like something from the pages of Horse and Hound
From the tweed peaked caps and the Burberry outfits
And of course their crowning glory, the green wellies
Well if they are good enough for HM they're a must for you
A flight of foul trigger the clouds of smoke and the blast of the guns
The plump birds crash and tumble into the cut corn
The silver hip flasks glint in the sun to celebrate their death
Henrietta retreats to the air conditioned car to touch up her make up
Oh It's such a rough life out in the wilderness
They think
By Gerry Temple
A string of Range Rovers and BMW 4 X4s stretched across the ridge
Each location chosen by a marksman's eye to stop friendly fire
Couldn't let the Walters pick their spots or some would be heaven bound
Their shelters built to shield them from the weather and the birds view
Every Walter with a Henrietta in tow to load his guns
The guns set with shot so wide not a barn door in the county was safe
Every pair looking like something from the pages of Horse and Hound
From the tweed peaked caps and the Burberry outfits
And of course their crowning glory, the green wellies
Well if they are good enough for HM they're a must for you
A flight of foul trigger the clouds of smoke and the blast of the guns
The plump birds crash and tumble into the cut corn
The silver hip flasks glint in the sun to celebrate their death
Henrietta retreats to the air conditioned car to touch up her make up
Oh It's such a rough life out in the wilderness
They think
By Gerry Temple