'ode tae theairsporter my man'

ma big spoot
i licht tae shoot
ma Airsporter through the dae
the dawnin and the duskin
the coneys and the pidgins
rats a moouse an' craws
be the score I have taken em
The sporter tis the bes' and I will nae tak
no less
yers can kip yr germanicus rifles to yerself
for I'm a Airsporter man
till you throw me in the loch


This ode to the BSA Airsporter came to me while I was out after Mr Rabbit this cold afternoon and I thought it might share it with you all. Do any of you have a favorite airgun poem? Adam Lindsay Gordon was the poet of the rifle in his day and it would be nice if we as a body of sportsmen, could follow his example.