'Twas The Night Before Season

A cowboy/hunter's version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas.

‘Twas the Night Before Season

 

‘Twas the night before season

When all through the tent

Not a hunter was stirring

Not one was yet spent

 

The horses were tied on a high line with care

In hopes that the hunters got skunked out this year

The hunters were all nestled, snug in their cots

While the zip locked cheddar cheese attempted to rot

 

With Ollie in his union suit

And Pete in his wool socks

They had just passed out from drinking whiskey on the rocks

When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter

They sprang from their cots to see what was the matter

 

Away to the woodstove they flew like a flash

Unzipped the canvas and threw back the flap

When what to their wondering eyes should be

But an 8 by 8 bull which made Pete have to pee

 

With tall thick beams and tines that were like steel

This bull almost caused Ollie’s bad vision to heal

More rapid than bullets up to the camp he came

 The hunters were excited and the horses the same

 

Pete grabbed his gun and shot at him from the door

Ollie grabbed his to shoot at him some more

Before you knew it there was no ammunition

And the lousy ol’ hunters were better off to go fishin’

 

While drunk and sleepy the last shot they could take

Was at the Game Warden which was a big mistake 

In prison they sat while in their minds still a fresh

That gigantic bull, still living in flesh

 

So to all you hunters you better watch out

For that 8 by 8 bull is still lurking about

Some hunters say he still is alive

So keep under cover and save your own hide

Reviews

[Shaylynn H.]

Creative and a genuine laugh. It's amusing. I like that.

[Madi]

thank you.