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The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did enlist
 In writing lim'ricks about poop
   He found her at the old saloon
 Telling poo jokes and singing bawdy tunes
    He put her in jail
 Held her without bail
   Her gang demanded her release by noon!
                

 Her gang was in back of the jail
 feasting on beans mixed with kale
 It didn't take long
 Their farts were so strong
 The sheriff let her out, without bail  
               Daniel Turner

 The sheriff is actually a 'she'
  and arrested Jan with great glee
  but the sheriff can't write
  and stays up every night
  crying, "Why's Jan better than me?!" 
             Dale Gregory Cozart

  From her stallion the lady alighted
  She was radiant, red faced and excited
 She rode in to surprise her old man
   With some whiskey, cigars and a tan
   When he saw her he sure was delighted!
           Paul  Callus

 
  Poet Jan just breezed into town
    Her huge farts made some people frown
  So they all pinched their noses
 Carrying scented roses 
   Her flatulence let their town down
   So they locked her up in the jail
 How the inmates faces turned pale
   A rank putrid smell
 Arose from her cell
  But Arthur still stumped up her bail
    He said you can come stay with me
 We will munch fried beans and curry
  I’ve got no sense of smell
    So we’ll get along well     
 I’m just glad I could set you free!
          Jan Allison
 
 The sheriff, he used legal force
 To jail Jan for poetry sauce
 But her soup gang could tell 
 What made a worse smell 
 When they checked the rear end of his horse.

  Now Soupville's a town that was pretty
  Then Jan's gang arrived from the city
  With pooping and wee
     She's now deputy  
 So we all can write something quite gritty.
     Ray Gridley

The old sheriff was shot in his bum
Jan was caught holding the smoking gun
I shot him that is true
while he was on the loo
he talked through his butt so now he's dumb.



  Now we all know why the sheriff was shot
 And he deserved exactly what he got
 We had to set Jan free
 by poetic decree
To prevent riots and poet's boycott
              Lin Lane

 After the sheriff was shot
  Jan took over the top spot
  So with lim'rickal riffs
 Jan became sheriff
  And she kept them in stitches a lot

        
 Off into the sunset she walked...
  and for years soup people still talked
    of messy events
    and ladies in tents
  and men without britches she stalked
        Tim Smith
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