A Man She’s Not Keen On

Deer heads

TROPHIES
by Edgar Guest

There’s a moose head in the hall,
and a dead fish on the wall,
a stuffed owl on the mantelpiece,
and birds in a shining case.
There’s an antlered deer upstairs,
and a mounted fox which shares
with a partridge prone at its wily feet
a nice mahogany base.

There’s a maid each morn who must
go round the rooms to dust,
and day by day on her weary face,
there is ever a dismal scowl.
And this is the song she sings:
“Dead deers are dreadful things!
And I hate fish on a shining board
and the wings of a mounted owl!
Fish mounted

“Oh, if ever a man I wed,
may he care for books instead
of moose and mountain goats and deer
and ducks in a glassy dome.
May his hobby be postage stamps
instead of the Northern camps.
For I’ve had my fill of dusting things
which a hunting man brings home.”

Owl head

From his book, Collected Verse of Edgar A Guest
© 1934 by The Reilly & Lee Company

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My response to RAGTAG prompt word for today: KEEN

4 thoughts on “A Man She’s Not Keen On

  1. I’m very glad Terry has no desire to decorate our home with dead animals 🙂

    BTW, I think I’ve finally fixed the problem on my Just Writing site. Took some time, and it was rather tedious, but it seems to be doing what I want it to do now. Finally!

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    • Thanks for your comment. I suppose hunters keep the creature population in check, but I have no use for hunting as a sport myself. And I certainly don’t need any more clutter around here — having married the man whose hobby is reading. 😉
      Just checked your blog. It looks like you did get it fixed. Bravo!

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      • I’m not against hunting. We have an overabundance of deer around here, lots of roadkill. I just don’t want the hanging on my walls.

        Yay! Good to know it’s working for someone else besides me 🙂

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      • I was once dead set against, but had a change of heart after visiting with a hunter — and seeing flocks of a thousand snow geese descend of local fields. Fortunately here they come AFTER harvest.
        I wrote an article about this one. Maybe I should dredge it up and fit it in with one of the prompt words. 🙂

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