A Cowpoke and His Beer
I was in the saloon to beat the heat
To have a few beers and rest my feet
I removed my hat a took a seat
Just then someone called me to the street
I look out the swinging doors and see Black Bart
The fastest gunslinger in these parts
I don't know how this trouble got its start
His eyes are as black as his evil heart
He calls me out with his hand on his gun
I cannot talk him down, I cannot run
My back is to the setting sun
The end of this showdown has just begun
I draw first and shot off his ear
He is surprised but shows no fear
Just those black eyes and that evil sneer
He shoots and his bullet whizzed by very near
My second shot got him right between the eyes
He didn't have time to realize
That the undertaker had already calculated his size
Even before I closed his eyes
There is a lesson to be learned here
It was a long hot trail to get here
No matter how black your heart or evil your sneer
Never interrupt a cowpoke and his beer
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
2/13/19
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