(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When my friend and I went deer hunting, I accidentally shot a doe. <br />If you're wondering if I got away with it, the answer is no. <br />It was a bad day for me to lose my glasses. <br />The game warden saw us and he kicked our asses. <br />We got the crap beat out of us even though it was two against one. <br />After beating us to a bloody pulp, he put a second hole in our butts with my gun. <br />We had to sleep on our stomachs for weeks, it was terrible to go through. <br />We went through all of that misery and we didn't even get some damn venison stew.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deer-hunting/
