I'm a racoon
Never catch me soon
Even with bait you swoon
You're effort is a cartoon

The snare is only a glare
The dogproof is a spoof
You check set with a stare
Again I tripped both pair

With trail cams all the rage
I dance with cage
As if on New York stage
Go read another trap book page

My hide's not a coon skin hat
Or a wall hung mat
Instead trap a furry cat
Try harder next time at bat

Your 220's not for me
Go hang it from a tree
I'm not the next butterfly catch
Your ideas will never hatch

I'd rather avoid being road kill
Than the next trap story thrill
My ability in stealing bait
You've surely learned to hate

Finding me in your trap line
Will cost you more than a dime
The cost is plenty of time
& since I've run out of rhyme......

THE END


Good thing all the nuns that taught me have passed away ........
Because my attempt at poetry would have killed them.

Hope this offends no one...........but rather causes a smile or chuckle