'Twas the night before duck season

'Twas the night before duck season, and inside our house,
I was laid up in bed, listening to my spouse.
The camo displayed, the duck calls nearby;
I just shook my head and kept pondering, "Why?"

The season is long, I'd better prepare.
Sixty days of washing LOML's long underwear.
Shotgun and shells gleaming, ready to fire;
At least he's prepared, it's down to the wire.

The puppies were nestled, all snug in their beds,
while visions of ducks flew about in their heads.
I in my robe and LOML in his boots,
he explained that it isn't that loud when he shoots.

Then out on the driveway, there arose such a clatter;
we dashed to the window to see what was the matter.
I flipped on the lights and what did I see?
It was Tim, pulling up with his ATV.

Giddy and happy and delighted were they;
Oh the ducks they would call! Tomorrow's the day!
Swapping high fives and loading the truck,
they dreamed of shooting their limits with luck.

Tomorrow at 4:00, I'll arise with my man,
to feed him some breakfast and tell him my plan.
"While you're away, some shopping I might do.
All for me and NONE for you!"