Home Home on the Range (abreivated AR version)

Oh, give me a home, where the gun powder and shells roam,
Where the AR and the HK play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging bang,
And the bolts are closing all day.

Where the air is so black, the gunsmoke so free,
The breezes so balmy and free,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
Though for another gun I re-mortagaged my deed

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there with my StarLight and gazed
at my target, and said "Oh right!"

Then I would not exchange my home on the range,
Where the AR and the HK play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging bang
And the bolts are closing all day.

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AR-23

The AR is my rifle, I shall not want.
It havest the smoothest action, and recovereth for second shot placement.
It feedeth without err, and ever it goes bang.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shawdow of death, I shall fear no evil.
For thy AR is with me.
It comforts me with acuracy and caliber.
Surely shot placement and victory await, and I shall dwell in the house of AR forever.

(A Poem re-written from the Sig Forum- C Swimm in SIG Land). Not meant to be sac-religious.

I'll keep my day job!

Wow....I thought I had too much time on my hands. Thanks for the perspective.[%|]

Not my time, I did not write them. A friend, who knows mt interests, sent them to me, not sure they wrote them either....