I did ask Warden to let me out
I don't see any bar's, anywhere about
It seems I'm to be lunch, for the gators three
This darn swamp, sure is no place for me
That Mouth, is no where to be found
Probably having coffee, way back in town
Well Buzzard feet, it's time for us to scoot
Before we're nothing, but gator poop
Hey warrrden!! ~ I hope your just funnin
Shiiit! ~ I'd better start runnin
You know it sure was funny
Warden thinking, I stashed money
Those tin cup bandits all over town
Sure did, let this bird down
If I had it, I'd give you the blasted money
Warrrden!!! This is soooo not funnnny!!
{ The Great Canadian Buzzard }
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Hugs,
Lesa
He cheats and he lies,
a double crosser if ever was one,
road kill BBQ!!!
EDvard, nasty Ole Cuz
Nice wet and swampy
Enjoyed your write Ray
Peace be with you
William
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D LOLOLOLOL
place No horse would dare go where ur
at.... And Yes my tough hide friends
always come to my rescue and with inflation
being what it is the sure are hungry...
Looks like you are gator bait...
LOL
Sugar this was so cute. Really enjoyed
Hugs and Luv
Mouth