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Bull Moose

              Bull Moose
I was sitting on a rock out near Cripple Creek
Panties at my ankles, I had to take a leak
He sauntered out beneath a tree
Stopped and simply looked at me
Old grey legs, a lengthy beard
Eight foot tall he had appeared
Shoulder, hump and head held high
Antlers reaching to the sky
No pack of wolves, no big bad bear
This guy attacked, they wouldn’t dare
For with his rack and slashing hooves
This forest beast had deadly moves
But getting back to what I did
Wet panties up my legs I slid
Off the rock so quick I ran
Friends all giving me a hand
I laughed and cried once in the car
This memory a lasting scar
For friends told friends and they told friends
And round and round it never ends
So if you’re up on Cripple Creek
And find yourself a need to leak
Leak with caution - be aware
This old Bull Moose still lives up there

Uncle Mike

True story I believe.  There was a picture of a moose on facebook along with a description of its size and actions.  One comment was from a female friend of the poster about her encounter.  I put the two together as a poem.

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  1. Date: 9/28/2013 3:27:00 PM

    uncle mike - i love the way you take these stories and put them to rhyme in such a creative and funny way. very entertaining! thanks!

    dailey Avatar mike dailey Date: 9/28/2013 7:04:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I always try to educate my readers - even when they don't know they wanted to know about some of the things in my poems. Glad you liked this one. Mike
  1. Date: 9/28/2013 11:07:00 AM

    Cripple Creek was only designed for the humble and meek and I'll be a Son of a ..... I think that I just struck it rich.