BAST'S POETRY
An Art Poem
By
L. G. Bast
I like to spend time in the woods
‘Cause I like to paint deer
I always bring my gun along
It keeps the deer, real near
And when I have shot Bambi
He always holds his pose
He doesn’t roam or wander
It’s like his pose is froze
Allas, I put my paints away
Because the day is through
And take my Bambi home with me
For Bambi Bar-B-Q.
I strap my Bambi to the hood
And drive on straight to home
I keep a lookout for the cops
Don’t dawdle, stray or roam
Because the cops won’t understand
A license isn’t part
Of painting Bambi in the woods
To paint his pose, that’s art
I take him off the hood at home
To ne’er a whispered peep
From neighbours as I barbecue
Then all sit down to eat
His hide has made a lovely coat
Of tan and buckskin hue
His hooves I’ve boiled on the stove
They made terrific glue
In death he’s been so useful
In life he just looked good
The import of his life began
When strapped upon my hood
He’s made so many happy
He’s not made any sad
We’ve had him on our plates at night
Full stomachs made us glad
His painting hangs upon the wall
His head hangs up there too
Two trophies for the world to see
Of Bambi Bar-B-Q
Of painting art out in the woods
Of anguish and of light
Of deer and guns and noble pose
Of stomachs full at night
Of friendly camaraderie
Of sitting down to sup
On Bambi-Q, the still life
Of wine within the cup
I like to spend time in the woods
‘Cause I like to paint deer
I always bring my gun along
It keeps the deer, real near
And when I have shot Bambi
He always holds his pose
He doesn’t roam or wander
It’s like his pose is froze
Allas, I put my paints away
Because the day is through
And take my Bambi home with me
For Bambi Bar-B-Q.
return home
