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!
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