Sportin' a brand new lobbyist shot gun. <br />Plannin' not to be outdone. <br />Improvin' his huntin' and drinkin' skill. <br />No greater holiday thrill than to kill! <br /> <br />Cannot let them little birds get away. <br />Really feathered terrorists led astray. <br />Ain't no excusin' - <br />Sinister birds a goin' to be a losin'. <br />Hidin' in a big corporation bird blind - <br /> <br />All that drinkin' makes him and Scalia feel just find. <br />Noticin' strange sounds - <br />Deliverin' multiple rounds! <br /> <br />Black gun smoke cloud clears. <br />Unsual sight appears. <br />Rushin' for still another beer - <br />Not too concerned over riddled Santa and his dead reindeer! <br /> <br />Tis the season of Peace on Earth - and a whole lotta drinkin' and shootin'! (Read down from the left for the name of Dickie C's favorite drink!)<br /><br />Hubert Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deadeye-dick-ter-christmas/
