Tom's Trembling Trigger
Old Tom Beckett, his knees getting weak,
Tried to snipe, but let out a squeak.
His spotter then sighed,
"Your aim's gone wide!"
"Just blame it," Tom said, "on my cheek!"
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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