The Spackling is dry,
Primed are the walls
So Soon I will fly -
a hunting trip calls.
The Gear is in a stash
In the trunk of my car
I'm off to get some cash
Or I won't get too far.
Then into the night
I'll head the old Ford
Oh what a site
an old fat man aboard
Well that would be me
headed off to the hunt
and quite hopeful to see
a deer that's not a runt.
All the best,
Glenn B
No blogging until Sunday...