The Red Hunter and the Commie (50)

The Red Hunter and the Commie (50)

1

The Commie that I hunt with has to be one of the best

He makes vodka as a pastime that is excellent for my chest

When the boars see us coming then they shake on their trotters

As the commie born in Russia and the Red Hunter are such rotters!

We entered unknown forest

Our only thought to bag a boar

There was me or the Red Hunter

And a red Russian weary of war

Well the man had been shaken

Somewhere in Afghanistan

After his chopper was struck

By a SAM fired by the Taliban

2

An angel must have saved him

He was cushioned by the sand

And the Red Cross very kindly

Ferried him to New Zealand

He became my hunting ally

Since I needed a crack shot

And his gift for making vodka

You either love or loathe a lot

3

Well what else can I tell you?

He is not the usual kind

With his Orthodox religion

Coupled to a commie mind

He has a gift for hunting

Yet gladly shares his take

And the vodka he doles out

Must be the icing on the cake

The Commie that I hunt with has to be one of the best

He makes vodka as a pastime that is excellent for my chest

When the boars see us coming then they shake on their trotters

As the commie born in Russia and the Red Hunter are such rotters!

The End

© Frankie Espirit