For the love of my life...

'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?"

As you can see, Little One is all about her daddy's hobby. Those are some nice greenheads on her dress.

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 The Love of My Life 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 on 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!"