Tom Bell Poet Ballad

Amos and Bambi

well, Amos got tired
of picking up fares
in his Harlem cab,
and decided to take
a break,
maybe from the urban
blues, he'd find a way to shake

so he drove his cab
to his favorite country spot,
with his bow and arrow,
rifle season, it was not
he waited in patience
for prey to come
bag some venison
so the meat he could
with Andy, share some

a tad bit cold,
took a sip of rum
to warm himself
he wasn't dumb

from out of the foliage
came a deer
cautious eyes,
wide alert ear,

Amos aimed and fired once
oh dear!! I've missed!!
oh deer, now I'm pissed!!
oh dear deer, where'd
you go? my deer....
arrow stuck in the dear deer's rear....

oh dear! oh deer!!
Oh my God, just
what I'd learned to fear...
such crappy aim!!
and I was so near...
to wind up shooting up...
the poor dear's deer rear!!

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