Pheasant Plucker's Song

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Oh, I’m a pheasant plucker
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oggbashan
oggbashan
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Oh, I’m a pheasant plucker
And a pheasant plucker’s son
I’m always pheasant plucking
When the shooters have done.

My mum’s a pheasant plucker
When pheasant plucking’s done
She finds her joy in fucking
By servicing many a gun.

My Dad’s a pheasant plucker
And a pheasant plucker’s son
Now that women go shooting
He’s pleasured many a gun.

My gran’s a pheasant plucker
Mother of a plucker’s son
She’s always pheasant plucking
She’d serviced many a gun.

The guns are peasant fuckers
When the pheasant killing’s done
They’re always peasant fucking
When they’ve put away the gun.

I may be a pheasant plucker
Son of a pheasant hunter’s gun
Is the gun a peasant fucker
When all is said and done?

We’re all pheasant pluckers
Yet our blood shows true blue
Can they be peasant fuckers
If we’re as well bred as you?

oggbashan
oggbashan
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KethandraKethandraalmost 7 years ago
Oops

I meant Oggilby, after a character named Og in one my favorite old movies.

KethandraKethandraalmost 7 years ago
Fun read

Fun stuff, Ogg Oglesby. I like that you didn't ever go to the 'Pleasant Phucker' place, just left the pun hanging over the reader's head.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 7 years ago
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wierd

greenmountaineergreenmountaineeralmost 7 years ago

Fun read! See my additional comments in PF&D New Poem Recommendations.

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