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| Out of the fire and into the soup, Coyote caught in a chicken coop. He gnashes at the huddled group. They flap and flutter, squawk and whoop. He gobbles two in one fell swoop-- A coop is no place for coyotes. Across the yard McDonald troops. His cheeks are streaked with camou-goop. He arms himself beneath the stoop. He prays to Lady Guadalupe And hums a bit of John B’s Sloop-- A barn is no place for Quixotes. McDonald’s wife is down with croup. She hears the fuss, comes out to snoop. Her eyes go wide like Betty Boop. She mutters, "What a bloody dupe!" Then barks, "McDonald! Here’s the scoop-- Get off the pot or take a poop!" McDonald drops. His pistol droops. Must he jump her every hoop? She throws him down and for a loop. Out of the fire and into the soup, A capon caught in a coyote coup. A farm is no place for peyote. |
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