War with my sister at deer camp.

[Jeff]

Okay, for some reason Lynda was trying to write a poem for the day before deer season to post on facebook. She asked for a rhyme, I made some suggestions, and then she told me You just write your own and I.ll write my own.
So. I DID! 

Twas the night before deer season on North Caribou
My sister sought rhymes for a poem for you.
What rhymes with "our cabin"? I can't find a word!
Nothing I said, just loud enough to be heard
Use words like the U.P. or north of the bridge
And with that I got up and made my way to the fridge.

Into the kitchen from the brown chair I climbed
into the kitchen still thinking of possible rhymes
I saw pickled baloney and cup cakes galore
candy and cookies, Little Debbie's and more

You see time at the cabin, is more than the chasing of deer
Its about the eating of food and an occasional beer
But this year it seems, that we found something new
to try to write poems and find words while we chew.

This was not my idea to spend the evening this way
I'm supposed to be getting ready for opening day
But when she said "Ill just write mine" and you just write Yours,
It sounded like a challenge, perhaps a poetry war
So if tomorrow shooting a deer just doesn't happen
Its all because I was still busy finding a rhyme for our cabin.

[Jeff]

Lynda finished her's I think its  good, but I'l never admit defeat!

It's the night before deer hunting and all thru the North,
All the deer are a runnin' not giving a snort,
They looked at their calendar, saw November 15th,
They ate all the sugar beets on the ground by their feet,
They ate and they ate till their bellly's are swollen
For they know that tomorrow the hunters are commin'
I trudge out to my deer blind in boots much too big
Avoiding the sink holes and not stepping on twigs
I get to the deer blind, lots of steps to the top
My boots are so big they go flip flop flip flop!
I'm trying to be quiet, I'm doing my best
but my flashlight I drop as I unhook the latch
I open the door, wouldn't ya know it's a creakin'
I sit into my chair and yup it's a squeakin'
By this time it's daybreak and the Buck I'm a seekin'
Is long out of the county only his tail I can see
But I have a Mister Heater and a Chocolate Covered Twinkie!

[thecfarm]

You guys better get some sleep.   ;D  Not bad. By the way, what happened to "our cabin"?

[beenthere]

Good luck huntin' tomorrow.
You'll have rhymin' on the brain tonight.

[WDH]

May visions of big bucks dance in your head tonight.

[clww]

Both good reading. Good luck to you both. Saw video on the news tonight showing the Northern Light up there in MI. See them there at the cabin?

[Jeff]

We did, but they were nothing like they were sohwing on the news. Here is was just a big green glow in the north. No disco dancing from our view.

[POSTON WIDEHEAD]

PICKLED BOLOGNA?  say_what

[WmFritz]

I was outside enjoying the sky an hour ago ( in Wolverine). Didn't see the lights but, the Milky Way was bright as can be.  Be safe and happy hunting everybody... nice poems too  :D

[Jeff]

PICKLED BOLOGNA?  say_what

Yes indeed! A North woods staple!


 

[doctorb]

Jeff-

Do I have to dredge up that you've previously lost a poetry war on the Forum? ;D

https://forestryforum.com/board/index.php/topic,56533.msg827488.html#msg827488

On a cold eve Jeff the poet did write,
While trying with all of his might,
But he just dreamed of deer,
Who had little to fear,
As they rutted just out of his sight.

[POSTON WIDEHEAD]

Nice Poems.
But if I ever get a chance to try PICKLED BOLOGNA.....I will, I love it fried and I love anything pickled. I have just never heard of Bologna pickled.  :-\ I can see me liking it! 

[Jeff]

Oh I remember dear Doctor of bone
When you matched wit with prose of your own
You should gather your memory
How with mine they all cheered me
When yours were just met with a moan

[POSTON WIDEHEAD]

How with mine they all cheered me
When yours were just met with a moan

:D :D :D

[WH_Conley]

Pickled bologna, boiled eggs and beer. Don't have to worry too much about people getting too close in camp. Seems as we don't see too many deer when camping either. :(

[POSTON WIDEHEAD]

Pickled bologna, boiled eggs and beer. Don't have to worry too much about people getting too close in camp. Seems as we don't see too many deer when camping either. :(

"Blazing Saddles"?  :D

[doctorb]

Now my memory's really quite clear,
And yours must be clouded with deer,
So don't go supposin'
As you sit there composin'
That your poetry's best of the year.

[Jeff]

Limericks I can write and still hunt cause I've tried
Staying watchful and making rhymes as I hide.
But the rhyming physician
Ignored his patients  conditions
So because of a poem they died

[Texas Ranger]

There was a young man from Harrison
Whose prose was quite embarrison
But he continued his posts
For as a host
His input was quite brazen

[doctorb]

Hunters are braggers, if your asking,
Just sittin' and thinkin' and "flasking"!
While waiting to shoot,
Textin' poems to boot,
Jeff's perfected his hunt multi-tasking.

[doctorb]

There once was a man from the UP.
Spent his day hunting up in a tree.
He's fogged by cyberspace
And fell down in disgrace
Landing on a buck that got up and ran free.

[doctorb]

A camouflaged man in a tree stand,
Wanted bucks walking by as he planned,
But none wound up dead,
He wrote poems instead,
Having way too much time on his hands.

[POSTON WIDEHEAD]

A camouflaged man in a tree stand,
Wanted bucks walking by as he planned,
But none wound up dead,
He wrote poems instead,
Having way too much time on his hands.

:D :D :D This one's tough Jeff. We're waiting.......

[clww]

All you need to go with that pickled bologna is some hot, fresh grits! Yes, I said it!  :D :D :D

[doctorb]

It appears that I have drubbed him into submission, which, for all of us, is probably a good thing.