My Uncle Vinny

It was one of those days for Vinny.

He decided to go on a hunting jaunt.

While chatting to one of the locals, she’d said,

`Lets get the Hell outa this haunt`.

Fumbling with his trousers, he asked,

`Do you like my swanky outfit`?

She stops, shakes her head, thinking;

`Is he on some kind of shit`?

She answered with a story,

a tale of a baby deer in a wood.

Full of the joys of spring it was,

dancing merrily in Blackwood.

It saunters towards a stream,

sticks its pink tongue out for a sip.

Vinny wonders, `What crap is this`,

eager to tell her to button her lip?

Suddenly she shouts, “BANG”,

nearly sending him loopy.

Wondering what the heck she’s on about?

He listens to the rest of the story.

While the faun was licking the water,

You blew him away with a shot.

Does the deer really care when it’s dying,

Whether you look swanky or not?