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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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