Bam Bam Bambi

I just put the “BAM!” in Bambi
Out there on the street
As the sunlight was all but vanished
Who should I happen to meet
But a cute and cuddly deer, Dear
Just prancing across the road
The van met her in the middle
I’m afraid they were both KO’d
I’d like to say that the dear vanished
With a look and a limp she walked away
I’d like to say nothing was damaged
But it didn’t go down that way
I didn’t have time to avoid her
I didn’t have room to stop
Bambi now lives with her mother
And the van’s going into the shop
And me, well my knees can’t stop shaking
And my heartbeat’s a mile a minute
In a battle ‘tween deer and an auto
It’s a dead heat and neither can win it

Mdailey	10/29/11 

Written for a good friend who had a run in with a deer last evening.

I was goaded into writing another verse - - - 

Twas the night that Bambi got busted
Out on a lonely road
This jay-walking deer got dusted
As out of the woods she strolled
I admit that my reflex have rusted
The outcome so easy forebode
To say the least, I was disgusted
To see Bambi – poor deer - explode
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Culverhouse Avatar
October 29, 2011 at 9:20 AM
Oh no.....last night we were coming home and there was a dead deer in the road rolled up in a ball and gross. I had to swerve hard to miss it. At least I missed it. My brother in law hit a deer last week and did a lot of damage to his car.
Dailey Avatar
October 29, 2011 at 12:37 PM
I had to add another verse based on a comment I received from a friend
Culverhouse Avatar
October 29, 2011 at 9:21 AM
my hubby and son both liked to have had a heart attack and peed on themselves. hehe!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace