Cowboys comment poetically
Current mood: anxious
Category: Writing and Poetry

over the woman

 

There once was a gunfight over a woman,

I lost.

Not for lack of .44 magnum,

or ammunition at cost.

Seems I fired first,

and got bossed.

As she presented her derringer,

from out of her purse,

I didn't know,

she's a gunfighter's nurse.

Maid, or whatever in her hand,

apparently my target,

had gotten me canned,

or worse,

as he had Queens and Aces,

naturally I had Aces and Kings and a Joker

still, this not a way to kiss her,

its poker,

so the guy

who had folded

didn't die

just cashed in,

noted the disturbance

and so remarked she seemed thin,

so we both suggested she go see a doctor,

and without much ado

or a proctor,

we took aim and both shot her,

and resumed our reknown at the tables.

Be forewarned, she survived,

like we said, just a date.

she revived,

we noted we're cowboys,

went off, then we ate.

as apparently t'was Doc Holidays girlfriend and we had to vamoose.

some said get a rope, make a noose,

evidently two boxes of spruce,

so we fired our guns every which way but loose,

see if Clyde and Clint Eastwood

or someone make a truce,

as we're  likely lead eating cowboys today.