Pheasants poor wee souls

Posted on October 11, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Beautiful Pheasants most come from France
Shipped over to murder
They don’t stand a chance
Walking in the road
Mown down by cars
Shot at with lead
Till the poor sods see stars

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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