"Boom, headshot!"
I'm coming for you,
My groundhog,
Furry adversary.
The next one's for you,
Maybe two.
I shoot first,
Ask questions later.
That's me
And you?
My target practice.
Tell your friends
I've got more.
Don't believe me?
Come out of you hole
And see!
On the written version of this I have a three inch bulls-eye I hit from 98 yds with a .22 using (during that shot) a non-calibrated scope. If you've ever spent time in the country side you'll understand the damage that can be done by groundhogs and that lethal removal is necessary.
**NOTE** : No groundhogs were harmed in the writing of this poem, that came after.
