Wild Cougar

An American cat
As wild as the wind
It be sleek and graceful
Unlike the thick skinned
Hunters out looking
To end their sweet days
Like Brooke Posy a mother of two
With sick ways
Known by her friends
In a Barbie girl mode
With her blonde locks
And make up
But clearly she showed
A real tasteless counter
Barbaric and course
By bagging a Cougar
With improper force
She was heard to say
It was the best day of her life
The day she did slay
And cause terrible strife

A tan cat
In the land
Where it had been placed
Hunting at twilight
Or early it graced
The wintry climes
In the ice and the snow
And was killed by this women
As now we well know

The season kicked off
With a number shot dead
They are dwindling fast
We fill them with lead
Some being murdered
With Bows as well
One can only hope
These bits end up in Hell

Women with children
Being like men
Course vile and hated
So vulgar
When
did they stoop in the gutter
And copy the vile
Small weeny arse holes
Who think they have style

A smear on the landscape
Hideous they
Go into the wilds
They should stay far away
But no they are racked
With a sickness to go
These odious women
Frightful we know.

Their monotonous drivel
Of telling us they
How happy they are
Blowing beauty away
On the trail
Of the Elk of the Bison
Them too
So awful so ugly
That remains my view.