With shotgun cocked over his shoulder
The gamekeeper checks on his pheasant
A poacher had been in the forest
Laid traps down so very unpleasant
One by one each trap was triggered
And snapped shut well ever so quick
Not trapping the unwary pheasants
But the end of the gamekeeper’s stick
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one David takes me back to the countryside 10 Chris