Saturday, August 15, 2009
It was a glorious summer’s day
so quiet in the sand
the strip of forest filled with birds
and berries o’er the land.
We wove our way through piney groves
filling our buckets high
with ripe delicious treasure fruits
to keep til winter’s nigh.
It may seem strange, but here I know
wild Yahoos do abound
they roam at night, lay low by day
with hangovers that pound.
So quiet in the desert sand
it did make sense to reason,
I thought we’d surely never spot
rare Yahoos out of season.
Lo and behold, then I did sight
some droppings piled quite high
the tin encasements sure-fire sign
that Yahoos had been by!
For droppings to be piled just so
the Yahoos must be rutting
so we got out, quick as we could
before they came back, strutting.
August 15, 20009