Now would be a great time to relive “Bozo At The Bench”. (With apologies to “Casey at the Bat”)
The Shooter’s Plight, can be so heavy to bear,
as we strive for perfection, as bullets fly through the air.
For that most aggravating occurrence is, without a doubt.
when four shots go in , and one shot goes out.
Now, my rifle was clean, my load was just right.
In goes the bolt, the first bullet takes flight.
There’s One, There’s Two, There’s Three, THERE’s FOUR…..
That hole is no bigger than it was before.
The clock is ticking, but I have plenty of time.
One more shot, and this Match will me mine
One more round, and all of these guys will see,
I’ll be sitting in first, where I know I should be.
But what was that, in the corner of my eye?
did all of those flags turn, as that last shot went by?
I’ll look down range, I know it will be fine,
because I know I let it go in just the knick of time.
But our best laid plans, can take such awful turns,
As the primer is struck, and the powder burns
For there it is, such a big eye sore.
MY ITTY BITTY “ONE“ IS NOW A GREAT BIG “FOUR.”
Jackie Schmidt