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Poaching, Partnerships, and Profits

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perma said:
I’m feeling a poem
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Care to review my writing?

There once was a man named Muleyfreak,
Whose hunting skills were incredibly weak.
He'd poach mule deer with glee,
Using small calibers, you see,
Leaving wounded animals at his feet.

His hunting etiquette was quite poor,
Leaving wounded animals to endure.
A small penis he had,
Made him feel so sad,
That he took pleasure in causing such a stir.

The companies behind him, corporate clowns,
Supporting his unethical ways with frowns.
Turning a blind eye,
To the animals that die,
For profit and greed, they'd sell their own towns.

But karma has a way of catching up,
Muleyfreak's actions filling his cup.
For the deer he has harmed,
Will not be unarmed,
Their spirits will seek justice, never to give up.

So let this be a cautionary tale,
Of a man whose actions are beyond pale.
Muleyfreak, you will pay,
For the price you must weigh,
On the souls of the animals, doomed to fail.
 
Forkyfinder said:
Care to review my writing?

There once was a man named Muleyfreak,
Whose hunting skills were incredibly weak.
He'd poach mule deer with glee,
Using small calibers, you see,
Leaving wounded animals at his feet.

His hunting etiquette was quite poor,
Leaving wounded animals to endure.
A small penis he had,
Made him feel so sad,
That he took pleasure in causing such a stir.

The companies behind him, corporate clowns,
Supporting his unethical ways with frowns.
Turning a blind eye,
To the animals that die,
For profit and greed, they'd sell their own towns.

But karma has a way of catching up,
Muleyfreak's actions filling his cup.
For the deer he has harmed,
Will not be unarmed,
Their spirits will seek justice, never to give up.

So let this be a cautionary tale,
Of a man whose actions are beyond pale.
Muleyfreak, you will pay,
For the price you must weigh,
On the souls of the animals, doomed to fail.
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In the golden haze where fields meet the sky,
Muley Freak wandered, curious and spry,
Across fences where trespassers tread,
A path uncertain, where dreams dare to thread.


Shelby, with eyes that knew the land's refrain,
Found him weary, under sun's warm reign,
He saw beyond the trespassing feat,
A spirit wild, with grace complete.


With a hawk tuah in his steady hand,
he approached him in that distant land,
Not with anger or a stern command,
But with understanding, gentle and grand.


He placed the tuah upon his thang,
A silent pact, a solemn bang,
To guide him through the rugged earth,
Where his trespass found a new rebirth.


With wings unfurled, and heart set free,
Muley Freak roamed, wild and carefree,
Bound by the trust in Shelby's eyes,
Underneath the open skies.


For in that moment, boundaries blurred,
As they walked the land, undeterred,
The hawk tuah spoke of second chance,
In a dance of fate and circumstance.


So let this tale, on the winds unfurl,
Of a bond forged beyond a land's harsh curl,
Where Shelby's gift, in forgiveness grand,
Transformed Muley Freak's journey, hand in hand.
 
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