The Wild Man Poem by Larry Ninas

Once there was a wild man,
A comin' down the road.
I threw up my shotgun
And gave him a double load.

The shotgun didn't stop,
He didn't even slow.
So, I hit him with a crowbar
in the middle of his toes.

He let out a holler
you could hear a mile awy.
He stumbled in the ditch
on a very large pile of hay.

When he wakened in the morning
he let out a mighty roar.
He ran toward my house
and busted down the door.

I grabbed up a hammer.
I hit him in the head.
He didn't wake up this time,
for he was stone cold dead.