The Bare Handed Mole Toss

Though you might think I seem country And there's a lot of that in my roots I was raised metropolitan, Not much on plows, guns and boots! Once when my stepson came over To cut up a fallen tree for wood I happened to see a dead mole Right next to my feet, where I stood My wife said, "Just get rid of it!" I asked, "Is there a bag around?", "Maybe some gloves or a tissue?" About then my stepson looked down He suddenly picked up that mole And then tossed it into the trees That gave me a chill all over, Without even having a breeze! My wife laughing, didn't really help My known lowest of self esteems Showing that in no uncertain terms I'm not the mole tosser of her dreams!