If Creedmoors Were Gold

If Rugers were silver,
And Creedmoors were gold,
I’d have much more deer meat,
Than my cellar could hold.

But Rugers aren’t silver,
Nor Creedmoors pure gold,
So I’ll stick with my lever
That’s one hundred years old.

The Creedmoors are shiny,
And their sales are quite strong.
Just like the Short Magnums,
That have since come and gone.

But the shine will wear off,
And the fad will soon pass,
Replaced by the next thing,
Made of matte steel and brass.

And while I am waiting,
For the next craze to show,
I’ll hoist my old lever,
And off hunting I’ll go.

Stephen Redgwell, 2018