The Hunter

He wore a pink seersucker suit, bold as brass without a hat
driving an open-air black jeep,
could be for his sister’s wedding, hoping to bag a bridesmaid.

The targeted woman needs to ask either, do rednecks wear pink
or do gentlemen drive jeeps?

The wide net he’s thrown could catch, co-ed drop-outs, a feminist cat,
a sod-buster’s daughter, a debutant rejection, or a deflowered victim,

Or the girl of his dreams, soft faced, downcast eyes, luminous hair
with bouncing bosoms,
One who would appreciate his manly attributes.