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Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster

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Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster

Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides.
Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side.

I could see, he rode the sleekest mount, and the biggest tortoise, that I had ever seen.
Man that armadillo knew his tortoise flesh… this was the fastest one, ever been!
I would say: he truly looked, the devil’s mount… with glowing, fire stocked eyes.
The stranger named himself as Armadilly, but his true identity, could not be denied.

He was really Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster, as he bowed to us, so very low.
With a yes Ma'am, and a no Sir, he was smooth and could charm, near any old soul.
The Trolls loved him for the spell binding stories, that at the campfire, he gave away.
He never talked about his past, but we knew who he was, without being told, that day.

The rumor had it that Sheriff Bunny Garret had shot him dead, on one fateful day.
Another said he’d faked his death, heading south to Mexico, his life to live away.
But we knew better, for he was here with us, right now, on this illustrious day.
We knew he was a kind and misunderstood guy, because of what I’m about to say.

He saved our squirrel, Funkundilly, from a hawk diving straight for her, inward bound.
With his slingshot, like streaked lightening, he forced the hawk to spiral to the ground.
And we all applauded that Funkundilly was now, once again, so very safe and sound.
Then he strode, spurs a jangling, to dish out his own type of justice, so very renowned.

With a steely glint in his eye, he ordered the hawk away, or meet his end, he did convey.
And you can say that frightened bully hawk, really high tailed it, as he ran away.
Everyone celebrated that night, with Armadilly, all the way to dawn’s embrace.
Before he left, Armadilly knew from then on, he’d always have a home in this place.

But his mind was set on a wandering, more of this world’s adventures, to unweave.
So with a HiHo! Jalopy! He took off, leaving in another cloud of dust and leaves.
But I heard him shout that he’d be back again, soon… 
And we were sure, that’s just what he would do!

Inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's--- Billy the Kid Blog
An epic poem by Carol Eastman

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  1. Date: 2/24/2015 8:53:00 PM
    Still my fav, well, they all are, but I miss ol Armadilly Billy, guess since we're down here in cowpokesville..

  1. Date: 11/4/2014 7:13:00 AM
    YES, I can hear it. Play that fiddle, boy! Love that song, "The Devil Went Down to Georgia."

  1. Date: 11/4/2014 7:12:00 AM
    i needed Armadilly Billy around when the hawk was eating the baby Cardinals! Thanks, Carol for an enjoyable read.

  1. Date: 1/12/2013 12:19:00 PM
    Absolutely wonderful !!! Couldn't help but apply a little Primus music to it. "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" just kept playing in my head ... lol

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 2:05:00 PM
    love this witty and entertaining write

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 10:09:00 PM
    Way to go, no need to say how talented you are, you can't be this talented an not know you have a gift. I really enjoyed reading this little story. Loved the characters. Added to my favorite poems.

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 8:27:00 PM
    great write Carol

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 4:40:00 AM
    Interesting and original write.

  1. Date: 10/26/2012 5:09:00 PM
    Thanks for stopping by my blog..Sara..Interesting poem..

  1. Date: 10/25/2012 7:35:00 AM
    "His steady steed Jalopy" - love that line; never had a Jalopy that could be considered "steady". Most of them were more like crowbait. I like how the tortoise and the hare showed up; well, tortoise did, Hare Garrett is still down in Dodge City wondering how ArmaBilly escaped. Hi Ho, Jalopy, away!!!

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 12:40:00 PM
    Silly Billy was happy and I got a new one for my "collection" - Thanks Carol - have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 6:09:00 AM
    In the dictionary beside the word, "creative" is a picture of you, Miss Eastman! Love the name, "Armadilly Billy"! This is my kind of stuff... love it Carol and you! Hugs, Jack

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 12:41:00 AM
    Hey, I really like this dude. Kinda reminds me of someone. Truly a great write Carol. Put a big smile on my face. Can't say when the last time that happened. My Very Best Wishes Always.

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 5:30:00 PM
    FANTASTIC! Just love the whole thing! I miss cowboy movies..there's a new TV show called Longhorn [I think it's pretty good cowboy and indian stuff!] Have you read any Tony Hillerman? Light & Love

    Eastman Avatar Carol Eastman
    Date: 10/23/2012 7:31:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I used to love westerns. Haven't read Hillerman, tho should. I was inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's Blogs on Billy the Kid.
  1. Date: 10/23/2012 3:24:00 PM
    You have woven a fantastic tale adding Armadilly Billy to the mix. This should be a book-fabulous illustrations I imagine!

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 2:54:00 PM
    what a wonderful imagination you have, this is a classic, should be made in to a movie,

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 2:46:00 PM
    A wonderful masterpice of fantasy and stroy telling. Love this tale. I will never look at an armadillo the same again.