I wrote a poem...for duck hunters...stay thirsty my friends...

Sky buster sky buster what did you see
A tiny black dot in the morning breeze
Load another round and let it fly
Must feel so good to rain random steel into the sky

Maybe it's the loads? Buy heavier shot!
Buck, tungsten, black cloud all for not
One day you might get one, wait no you’re not
What? Walmart has .308 in stock? Go! That's sure to be a lock

Oh, sky buster put your deeks in a tree!
Closer to the flocks that fly away so free
Angry, disheveled and packs up early
Always leaving a few stressed birds just for me

Poor sky buster
Empty cooler, bad eyes and sad now
The next few lines will overturn that frown

It's OK little sky buster of mine
Fill your tank season open is Dec 9...
Right after the sun goes down...
Just please do us all a F@#$-&* favor
Stay home or keep the muzzle pointed at the ground...