The Hunt
One day at my favourite drinking haunt,
I met a guy wearing boots that made all envious,
crocodile boots these were, he did flaunt,
determined to get the truth and extremely jealous.
I pushed my way through the staring crowd
asking him twice just to make sure,
I shot him myself, he confirmed aloud,
I now wear his boots he did reassure.
So off I went to purchase a rifle,
to get myself boots and to also show off,
first to find a crocodile how delightful,
to every person around I will scoff.
Off on my hunting trip I went,
by the closest river I was to patiently stay,
in my truck over our local border I was sent,
prepared for action I waited night and day.
For this special moment to get my crocodile,
finally my fashionable dangerous croc appeared,
in the bushes, I was camouflaged in style,
I cocked my rifle, as I squeezed and quietly cheered.
I fired and breathed a sigh of satisfying relief,
off I ran to collect my victim boots and to my dismay,
as I rolled my treasure over like a thief,
what a grief no boots were worn by my prey.
28/10/2016
Sponsor - Casarah Nance
Contest - The Hunt
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