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 Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 20209.07.2009
By:  GHKadmin  
Go West.
Over the hill rode pistol Pete
Gay gunslinger of the west
A wanted poster was out for him
Because of the way he dressed

All togged up in shimmery blue
Buckles on his boots
A pink bandana round his neck
He didn’t give a hoot

Pistol packing Pete hopped
Of his horse out of breath
If he don’t shoot you down
He can sure kiss you to death

Now he was after his pardner
Name of honey Lou Ted
He heard he’d been messing around
That’s what the townsfolk said

Pete found ted in the saloon
Arms around another peach
Go for your gun he said
You cheating son of a beech

Now they both drew together
Fired at point blank range
The bullets struck in mid air
And shattered like loose change

Fragments bounced around the bar
Everyone ducked and dived
Two of the biggest pieces left
Hit ted and Pete between the eyes

They both fell dead as doornails
Crash to the bar room floor
The peach jumped up and scooted
Through the open door

The man who witnessed everything
Was ornery sheriff Sammy
He said I’ll declare that a draw
In other words a double whammy

So the townsfolk buried them together
The cemetery’s their place of rest
Pistol Pete and Honey Lou Ted
Gay gunslingers of the west
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