The Deadly Art

I should like to try the deadly art of bow and arrow shooting. Not with a high-tech hunting bow but with the sort of 'b & a' you might purchase at Walmart, a yellow and red one with a rubber sucker on the arrow tip. I would shoot at a flying hummingbird while riding a unicycle blindfolded. Firstly though I would have to become a black-belt Zen master the size of a sumo wrestler. Secondly, but really firstly, I must write a poem about the deadly but graceful art of bow and arrow shooting which I think I have now accomplished perfectly.