"AWOL" wrote in message news:816409ea-3956-417e-a59a-***@googlegroups.com...
The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
In the beginning, the threat was set
and guided by a star called North er make that South,
the thousand mile journey began;
destination, Doonanny. Target:
Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
best BBQ and flies and dust in town.
At mile 707, a voice rang out
as that sniper passed a sign
"Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
and that sign became a sign
and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
throw away camera, titled Kodak and shoot
your target with shaky hands through lens
rather than scope and you will be greeted
as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
as blood spilled, was forsaken
(except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
and the journey home brought smiles
to that sniper with starched collar,
knowing an Angel waited with open arms
and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton so far away
from thought, but caution is sent to all:
beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
vengeance is mine sayeth me...
while taking a pee, poo and wipeth
Praise Jesus (my landscaper) and Happy New Year.
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An a.a.p.c. Holiday classic...
Thanks Jim, and Reverend, where ever you may roam.
:)