GRASS

THE RED FACED PULPERMAN HAS A VERY SHINY COAT

THERE`S A CERTAIN LADY DRIVER, A PROPER STOCKSBRIDGE LASS

WHO`S QUITE PARTIAL TO VENISON----THEY CALL HER MRS. GRASS

SHE DRIVES ALAN TO WORK EACH DAY, FROM STOCKSBRIDGE TO AND FRO

BUT NOT FOR LOVE NOR MONEY---SHE DOES IT FOR THE DOE

SHE`S QUITE AN EXPERT DRIVER, SHE DOESN`T NEED "MUCH" COACHING

SHE DRIVES A BRIGHT RED ESCORT---SHE EVEN TAKES IT POACHING

HER FAVORITE MEAT IS LEG OF DEER---SHE SAYS YOU JUST CAN`T WHACK IT

BUT THE`RE VERY HARD TO CATCH BECAUSE OF ALAN`S YELLOW JACKET

THEY WERE ON THEIR WAY FROM WORK ONE DAY, THIS PAIR OF FRIENDLY WITHAMS

BETWEEN MOREHALL AND DEEPCAR (I THINK THEY CALL IT BITHAMES)

A DEER HAD WANDERED ON THE ROAD, SHAZ TRIED HER BEST TO KILL IT

SHOUTING TO HER HUSBAND THAT SHE`D COOK HIM A NICE FILLET

THIS DEER IT HAD NO ROAD SENSE---THERE`S ONE FAWN EVERY MINUTE

IT WAS GRASS`S WIFE`S INTENTION TO TAKE IT HOME AND SKIN IT

SHE FOUND THE ESCORT`S THROTTLE AND STAMPED HER FOOT DOWN ON IT

AND IT WASN`T LONG BEFORE THERE WAS A REINDEER ON THE BONNET

THERE WAS A MOMENT OF CONFUSION---IT REALLY WAS ABSURD

THEN A VERY PISSED OFF REINDEER RAN BACK TO JOIN THE HERD

NOW SHARON BLAMED HER HUSBAND---SHE HAD HIM BY THE THROAT

"I`D HAVE CAUGHT THAT BASTARD BAMBI IF IT WASN`T FOR THAT COAT"

THAT HERD HAD NO INSURANCE AND SO IT WOULD APPEAR

THAT THIS METHOD OF CATCHING THEM COULD WORK OUT VERY DEAR

AND THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS THOUGH VENISON IS PLEASANT

YOU JUST DON`T GET TO EAT IT IF YOUR JACKET IS FLORESCENT

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