In perfumed spring I saw her face
Her jowls appeared soft and moist
Gathered and lifted by fine gilt brace
I gave out a hollar and then I voiced
Hoping perhaps to frisk and to foist
She took notice and at me looking toward
She ran laughing away and onward forward
.
I fell from the bucket top and landed hard
And wept as she ran o'er through the wood
Then picked myself up from the apple yard
And hobbled on after her as fast as I could
My young body yearned for hers as it should
To a gayly flowered meadow I then came
Pausing, my heaving chest could feel a flame
.
A freckled rump outstanding in yonder thicket spied
I crouch down and slowly inch myself forward
Stalking like a feathered injun my future bride
Wriggling my way in the deep mud and toward
Snorkling head-high across the great southern fjord
I have her ankle nearly at an arms reach touch
I make ready, propped up on breadbasket crutch
.
The grasp of hand on ankle throws her a scare
I feel her plump and supple bow legs quiver
She is covered in thick, coarse stem hair
Knotted with enough pitch and burrs to make ya shiver
But that's okay, it would nicely match my liver
So I grasp firmer and give her legs a licking
And I advance up above and finish sticking

I think the ASPCA should hear about what you're doing to deer. Sick sick sick.
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