Bobwhite
Buckshot,
thank God,
it got me not.
Farmer John,
the Budweiser
boys, sure
as shit, they hit
the broad side
of the barn.
Of course,
they swore
there were six
tits on a boar.
Whole hog,
summer’s hot
hodge-podge:
bachelor button,
creeping jenny,
forget-me-not.
