Ode to Hunt
The hunt is over and I guess,
I’ll clean my house, for it’s a mess.
Through sleet and snow and low wind chill,
We’re like mailmen but mentally ill.
It ended Monday, blessed is he,
To find a puck that looks like pee.
I must admit the kid has class,
Has anyone seen my frozen ass?
At Como Park the hunt was bold,
The polar bears said, “Damn its cold!”
Hid was treasure for us to find,
Some looked up a frog’s behind.
Braving the cold takes lots of guts:
I’m getting the feeling back in my nuts.
The wife was great throughout the hunt,
But now she has a frozen c….offee.
So now it’s over what to do:
Re-hash with the Cooler Crew,
We’ll whine with wine and jeer with beer,
And say, “I guess it’s mine NEXT year.”