Trophy Kill
© By Grady L. Duncan
5/10/01
My cousin in Arizona
Had the scare of his life.
The first sign of danger
was the screaming of his wife.
He grabbed the nearest weapon,
and headed in her direction.
A homemade digging bar
was the weapon of selection.
His wife was in the driveway,
having a conniption fit.
Her legs were moving like pistons,
While pointing and screaming, "Kill It!'
He saw a great big snake.
stretched out on the ground,
About three feet long
and four inches around.
He lefted the digging bar
and threw it like a spear,
which was his wisest move.
He wasn't getting near.
The bar struck its target,
clipping off its head.
Now they can relax.
The Rubber Snake is dead.
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