GUNFIGHT AT WRITING.COM

GUNFIGHT AT WRITING.COM

There once lived a gunfighter
back in two thousand three.
No one knew what his name was,
He just went by HarryG.

Being real fast with his pistol,
he’d gunned many cowboys down
but that all happened before
the Stormy Lady came to town.

She wore two big old Forty-Fours
tied low on shapely hips.
Said; she was after HarryG,
A sneer upon her lips.

Now the sheriff was J Alan,
his deputy Countrymom.
They made it plain would be no killing,
in the town of Writing.com.

Strange name for a western town!
Is that what I heard you say?
Well you’re not the StoryMaster.
That title’s mine today.

It wasn’t long before a rumor,
by all the town was heard
passed along by an Indian
known only as Redbird.

The gunfight was outside of town
but all the town-folks went to see
who would be the fastest gun,
the Stormy Lady or HarryG.

Since you think I’ve been lying
and don’t believe me anyhow,
get – THE END, from the Milkman
or his old brown cow.

2/27/2010
Monty

Footnote: Written only in tribute to members of this site present and past.