Saloon Poems - Poems about Saloon

Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As...Read the rest...

In the club, everything is the same: Lounge, tables, chairs, music playing.. Only people weren't ...Read the rest...

Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle Darlene, Connie, Paula as well Work for Jenna in her saloon Waiting on tables in fine tune. Singing as customers are served All things abnormal are observed The gals listen...Read the rest...

Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon, Fighting duel to end, to death the tune, The sun at noon shows no glare, Bystanders, time of day fair, Outside the saloon, a hot day in June. Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON...Read the rest...

In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other...Read the rest...

It was summer on a Saturday afternoon. With a few bucks, I went to a saloon. I made some decent progress with my third beer. All of the sudden, a vision of loveliness would appear. She was a brunette...Read the rest...

After rounding up some cattle I headed to the saloon To have a drink or two And hear a bawdy tune Cowpokes were gambling And guzzling up their beer The women were upstairs ...Read the rest...

in the city of York, an English town odd old buildings of russet brown surround damp streets of cobblestone pathways finding the party zone jesters strike around half past noon slapdash fellas crash the shambles saloon with a splish splash, they...Read the rest...

I opened the back door And was startled at what I saw For just a fleeting moment They were arguing to a great extent Suddenly there were guns and shots rang out And the whole scene disappeared with a shout There...Read the rest...

Bringing country-report go barber’s shop, read that place newspaper called `Ittefaq'. Comic of Tarzan is printed Ittefaq everyday, not like to read that but I see. Listen talk of various type of topics by barbers....Read the rest...

This is the place the ’punchers come when it is time to drink their pay, ride in from the hilly rangelands to forget cattle for a day. Norma in the kitchen will cook beef and spuds for this roving horde, her...Read the rest...

i can quiff you can queef but we both can quaff and so toast i to you and you to anyone you want to...Read the rest...

On the top floor of Smidget’s, you could stay, if you paid, ‘Twas a clean-running place, now, so don’t be dismayed… ‘Twas up there, I’d a run-in with one of the boys, For his snoring and mumbling had...Read the rest...

thought resolution is noticeable depth in reality alien programs we don't see live hidden deep below the surface mortal knot aspects mixed with unseen answers sought not of human kind just things to be seen but remain mysteries and dreams outlooks not for us stan sand...Read the rest...

thought resolution is noticeable depth in reality alien programs we don't see live hidden deep below the surface mortal knot aspects mixed with unseen answers sought not of human kind just things to be seen but remain mysteries and dreams outlooks not for us stan sand...Read the rest...