I tried to portray both positions - hunter and hunted.

And also I tried to engrain tongue twister fun.

Somewhere there was a tongue twister event, wasn't it?

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There was evidence of the presence of residents

Near the recent president‘s residence,

The „Seventh pleasant pheasant hunt Event“ gathering.

Coming together (oh well)

in their finest leather there ever,

No one worried, whether weird weather

went wayward or swell,

While during their session

it rained feathers „from heaven“

- for every pheasant present

immeasurably unpleasant hell.

hmm...

Near the recent president‘s residence

The „Seventh pleasant pheasant hunt Event“ gathering

lots of periodical prominence

among horse riding residents

that was immediately immanent

ohoo..

The „Seventh pleasant pheasant hunt Event“ gathering

through thorough thicket, thorns and brambles

between very weather withered rigid rocks

under the canopy of catastrophic culture

of heated hunting for fun

- for every pheasant present

immeasurably unpleasant hell.

Oh, now you will tell

"hear me, hunting's pretty pleasant"

- but well,

I am one of the present pheasants

through thorough thicket, thorns and brambles

between very weather withered rigid rocks

under the canopy of catastrophic culture

of heated hunting for fun

through thorough thicket, thorns and brambles

between very weather withered rigid rocks

under the canopy of catastrophic culture

of heated hunting for fun

You're better not present

if you're a pheasant

in the

„Seventh pleasant pheasant hunt Event“

(woof) (woof)

ya,

can't you hear the leather leashed hunting dog?

no matter if you're bitter, no matter windy weather

you better hurry up and leave with your feathery flock

through thorough thicket, thorns and brambles

between very weather withered rigid rocks

flee from the canopy of catastrophic culture

of heated hunting for fun!