Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.226.52.105

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

[For the uninitiated or for the inebriated
Or because I fear my story might be underrated
I feel I should advise you using any fact that fits
That Sixgun Sid has wooden legs and other wooden bits.]

                      ****

Sixgun Sid stood in the dock and swore he didn't know
Why ladies didn’t like his wooden member down below
He said, “Some things go hand in hand with rocking to and fro
That’s how I left a splinter where a splinter shouldn't go

“She dragged me in the shrubbery and took me there and then
I thought she was euphoric when she squealed out loud but then…
I had a smoothness problem as your witness has attested
And so I grabbed some sandpaper… and got myself arrested 

“I’ll swear before this court she was all over me that day
But then my wooden legs etcetera made her stop and say,
‘Why can’t you, like other cowboys, just shoot from the hip?’
But then she spent ten minutes pulling splinters from her lip.”

The judge said, “I have heard enough, my judgement will be sound
You shared your love, but also, she was putting it around
I think that I should send you to the gallows with your lover
But I’m concerned those gallows might turn out to be your brother.”

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required