Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Trying To Smear a Poor Defenseless Deer With An Archaic Spear

There once was a ghost who loved the post 
He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill 
Turning each page of the paper 
Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. 
There were all these incredible tales 
Using sources that were impossible to fail. 
Flipping through the headlines 
He looked for a good find 
Then there was this one 
It looked like fun 
A hunter name Sam 
Frustrated since he was in a jam
While living in the swamp 
In which he really did not want
Sam developed a plan 
To get out of the bayou scam 
After a beer 
I will go out with this spear 
Telling my wife, I am going to get a deer. 
When I come back, I will say I was under attack 
And almost got whacked. 
Then we will sell since the property can be deemed from hell. 
Trying not to be harsh 
Sam waddled through the marsh 
Watching for deer 
And have an excuse to use his spear. 
Going through very hushed 
He found his way through the murky mush 
There it was a deer and it was time to use his spear. 
Going to this gun 
Knowing the venison was done. 
But something happened 
That nearly trapped him 
It was a ghost that made him miss 
And this made the lovely dear give an evil hiss 
Again, and again he did try to send 
The spear to the de3r who just stood there without any fear. 
“I kept missing and the deer would not stop hissing,” 
Sam said knowing that his dinner was dead. 
Going back home where he was not alone 
Since his dear laid out a nice beer. 
“Honey do you want to leave the swamp?” 
She asked wanting to know if the bayou time has passed. 
“Yes dear, I want to let you know that it is time to go.” 
She responded, “but before we leave, I want to make sure that you believe, it wasn’t a ghost that made you miss instead it is the way you throw that spear in order to enjoy deer with your beer.” 
Still flying high
Knowing the story was not a lie 
The ghost closed the newspaper called the post. 
Making the case it was the spirit in the air 
That really did care
Showing the couple, the guiding light 
Giving no reason to fight 
And as Sam and his wife packed 
Feeling better Sam did not get whacked 
His wife helped him say goodbye 
To the property which for some was a good buy

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