A POEM, WRITTEN BY GEORGINA JENKS
 
How we love to run in full cry
Our noses constantly on the ground
To seek our quarry
We'll find him, no worry!
 
What's the smell?
It's much more appealing
It leads off over there
Quick Chutney, what is it?
Oh, it's only a deer!
 
How we love to be out with our Master
To be free and harrass a deer
How we try to be naughty
And chase something diferent
Oops, the quarry's over here.
 
Dam!
Here comes a Whipper-in,
Oh! and its Sarah Court
S'pose we ought to go back
Hi Dad! I was good, I came back (eventually)
 
Ho we love to get back in the lorry
After a hard day's hunting
How we love to sleep
All bundled up together
 
 
 

 

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"Promise me... no tongues?"

"You can blow as much as you like I'm not coming out!"

"Anyone seen my stilletos?"

"Pink gin anyone?"

"So where the hell DID they go?"

This is no time for a sit down, Tiger!

Red Bull gives you wings....

 

 

 

Uh Oh!

Going...

Going...

Gone!!!