Total Recoil

[dukealien]

I shot birds with my dad’s gun
But the weapon was no fun
For it made a terrible sound,
And left me on the ground
Such was the force of dad’s gun

An amusing poem indeed.  It would be easy (maybe too easy) to regularize the meter (for example, by changing l.3-4 to "For it made an awful sound/And left me upon the ground"),  but the progressive departure from regularity with the shakeup adds to the humor IMHO.  Beginning each line with an accented syllable is a nice evocation of that punch in the shoulder.

Two questions notable for their apparent absence:  anyone care about the shot birds?  No - care about bruised shoulder and muddy trousers!  And, did Dad *make* the speaker use a field-weight 12ga instead of working up through .22, .410, and 16ga, or did the kid use it without permission - also suggested by lack of hearing protection?  Or did Dad have only the one shotgun?  Proverb:  Beware the man who has only one gun, he probably knows how to use it.

Capitalizing each line is discommended on this site.  I see little wrong with it, though it can ease the reading in many cases.  In the present instance it helps portray a naive writer, which fits the story. 

I feel your pain.  First time I shot a .44mag I never wanted to do it again (but I had 19 expensive shells left, and got to like it a bit by the time the box was empty).  And the first time I shot a pistol indoors without hearing protection I resolved never to do that again without a really good reason.