Another Boomershoot poem from Bing Chat:

Boomershoot, the name that echoes A place where nature and man meet Where the sky is the canvas And the earth is the seat

The boom of the rifle The smoke of the gun The thrill of the shot And the race to be done

The targets in sight The wind in your face The sound of the bullet As it finds its place

Boomershoot, a place of wonder Where people come to test their skill Where they learn to shoot and ponder And let their spirit fill

So come to Boomershoot And let your heart take flight For here you’ll find adventure And memories that shine bright.

That is pretty darned good. But I think the first one was better.