The day that they shot Bambi

The day that they shot Bambi
Men wept in public bars;
Stumbled out into the night
To gaze at fallen stars.

 

Left all alone – without a friend
They’ve even charged old Thumper;
Perp walked him shamed, across the park
In his blue and white hooped jumper.

 

The crosses burned on Windy Hill
Some said Bambi lit the fire;
“He’s always been ambitious deer”
Impatient to go higher.

 

The gathering of the Klan
Considered deers of disrepute;
They gravely read their verdicts
With only Bambi left to shoot.

 

The Wizard sadly shook his hood
Reached slowly for his gun;
For the honour of the forest
We’ll dine on venison.

 

Comments

  1. Paul Spinks says

    Brought smiles
    On the Mekong
    Chalking up miles
    Not a karaoke song

    (nor am I a poet)

  2. Neil Belford says

    Tenpole Tudor did it best

    A song for Sweet Baby James – some one has to pull the trigger, he is starting to sound like the Black Knight

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tzOEjEgXTI

  3. We should get Mr Tenpole to launch this year’s Almanac. He’s madder than Anson!

  4. Now Bambi sleeps secure at night
    No guilt to need disownin’;
    There’s memory loss and a healthy tan
    All thanks to melatonin.

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