Best Poachers Poems

When you carry a 12 bore
There's a rule thats unspoken
It was always carried 
With the barrel broken
The hammers uncocked
Nestled against the firing pin
A pair of No 6 short
Snugly nestled in.

We didn't poach by moonlight
We were a very furtive lot 
Being out by moonlight could 
Have...

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